04-21-2020
I don't know exactly what they did, but they pulled me into a nasty dullified day yesterday. All meds were the same, and no seeming reason. They pulled a nearly no sleep stunt the night before, but those never have any deleterious effect strangely. I say "strangely" because it was normal to feel tired and weary if one has little sleep, but since all this came down 04-2002, and their sleep interference fuckery agenda/methods became so frequent, they never let me tire on days on no little sleep. This could go on for three days, and I wouldn't tire until it suddenly came on where it suited them, usually my parked vehicle. Today, the passing traffic road noise at the vineyard job was increased and was highly annoying. My motor skill fuckery was increased, messing up how I use my fingers, always a sure rage-ification harassment. After lunch they gave me a little lift, though it wore off by 1600h and I was still dulled down well into the evening.
04-22-2020
The gangstalking fuckery has got a little more silly, very possibly because of the new "social distancing" required. They planted a multi-Unfavored outside LD; male over 30, white hair, oversized fugly shorts, large gut, red sweater and a pointless spread legged stance. (That is six Unfavored features wrapped up in this one stalker,- well done). I almost always get Fuckwit stalkers at building and store entrances, and upon entry he was standing in the doorway in this peculiar stance talking to another male. Yes, the planted Fuckwits, as in plural, with their time worn excuse (public "chance conversations") to hang there and look stupid and obvious. Except that these cats chose to "forget" it is Covid-19 "social distancing" (2m) days and stand and chat at a normal 0.4m (18") at the store entry. Fucking rude to begin with by diverting public egress, and all the more galling that us plebians are supposed to comply while these Fuckwits get a bye. (I reckon I was 1.2m close to them as I passed by). I spent some 10 to 15 minutes in the store as I got held up with getting my Rx, as well as circumventing the brown stalkers when I was getting near the chocolate section. (Chocolate, aka Vitamin C, is a major food group for me). So when I exit the store, why, this spread-stanced male Fuckwit is still there, in precisely the same egress blocking location, but his chatting pal was absent. And he was looking at his feet momentarily as I glanced, as if he was checking that he was still in the exact same spot, facing the same direction. FFS, who, especially in these Covid-19 Social Distancing Dogma Days, stands at a store entrance so everyone has to pass by them closer than the prescribed 2m (either side), in this absurd and uncomfortable spread legged stance, in exactly in the same location for over 10 minutes? Only a Psychopathic Fuckwit Gangstalker IMHO.
And the gangstalking Fuckwits seem to be more on my ass at every turn now since their Covid-19 operation started. (I cannot imagine that they would not of had something to do with its release and timing as well as "crisis" response). While they may not be getting enough close-to-me stalking opportunities as in the past, they have made up for it by upping the obvious coverage. The last visit to LD three days ago was like a full-on freak show, and they didn't let up. This last visit was akin to this one; pick up the Rx, buy chocolate, and get the fuck out.
Even this last visit begat this disgusting stalker oaf of at least 300lb (obesity is highly Unfavored) in a black outfit wandering around and making that he didn't know where to go. And ensuring I had two unforgettable sightings of this horrendous creature.
04-28-2020
Another Monday passes, (yesterday) and yet again I "found" myself in a deep blue funk in the latter part of the day. I was working on vines at a former employer as he needs me and the normal full time employer doesn't. All legit in the latter case, as the vines are tied down, the irrigation repairs are done, and bud break is just on, so any further vine work will be in two to three weeks. (More below). Normally, if there is such a thing in such abnormal circumstances, I don't get these deep blue funks, so perhaps they are gunning me with some irradiative methods to accomplish this. Such blue funks have occured in the long past, even before the fateful life-invasion of 04-2002 when this abuse-athon began. Yesterday at about 1400h this came on, which was timed to when my ADD Rx meds roll off. And it didn't help that I had zero sleep the night before, another Psychopath delivered specialty, per above.
Again, "normally" I don't suffer any from their imposed sleep deprivations, which would go for three days in the year following 04-2002, and felt just fine without the sleep. Since then, their sleep deprivations have been limited to one-nighters, and almost without fail I have never suffered from subsequent tiredness or any other ill effect, including mood issues. But it seems they aren't going to let me get away with such benefits any more, as they now use their imposed sleep deprivation as an excuse to feel terrible the next day, or latter part, in this case. Or perhaps this is their way to tell me that I need to start a new round of medication for whatever purposes that serves for them. We shall see.
For the record, I rarely had any sleep issues before these assholes invaded and have imposed their ruination and abusive methods upon me. Which is why if there are any sleep disruptions, I automatically assign it to their fuckery.
Another calling card of starting a new gig or at a new location, is that it gets disrupted in such a way that my co-workers are busy working while I am elsewhere. This is so consistent with the Psychopath's working habits of removing me from an activity or commitment early on, e.g. doctor's appointments etc. One can count of this "happening" withing the first week or two. This time it is the second day of this gig, and the circumstances are also somewhat contrived. I had a new windshield install appointment for last week, and the day before I get a call to postpone the installation as the replacement windshield was found to be broken at the warehouse. So, the appointment was rescheduled for the next week, two days into the new gig. Funny how that "happens".
The regular employer had a notion I was going to return to Vineyard "K" where the highly aggressive dog resides, and to complement the problem, the owner does nothing or worse, e.g. letting it out to find me. The employer said, "give the owner another chance", and I said that incident of March 8 was his last chance (his fourth), and I am not going back there. I subsequently engaged in a lot of back a forthing with another employer, and the phone company didn't help in delaying communication with their new hidden method of turning longer texts into a "multimedia message", (even if just text) which translated (twice) means it gets converted to "data", which translated, means that it is sent via a different channel (I assume). I just don't get this cell phone system management and why they must semantically screw everything up; voice, text, pictures etc. are all data FFS. And yet they draw these firm distinctions between voice, texts etc. and then if too long or big, unilaterally cut them off and arbitrarily call them "data". And to make matters worse, present it as if the text message was sent when it wasn't, all because "Mobile Data" was turned off. And of course I turn it off as no end of unsolicited data is going back and forth, even to the point of some kind of charges for something in the night when I am sleeping (truly). (Cell phones are constantly powered unlike a desktop computer). Never mind them selling cell phones and getting memory and storage terminology blended together. It just drives me silly, and it is worse than dumbing it down, it is purposely confusing, aka FUD-ifying
Back the employer above; after the March 8 dog/vineyard owner incident, I asked him to call the dog owner/vineyard owner and ask why the dog was let out uncontrolled. The owner didn't call back for three days, and finally offered my employer a vague excuse I am told. I wanted to know where this owner is coming from, where his head is at, and why he engaged in a outrageously provocative act given the prior history of last year. And I get nothing, so it wasn't resolved. I was working in the pruning and tie-downs then, and finished the job last week, which then begs the question as to what I do next. My employer didn't have a plan, except to send me to Vineyard K, saying to give the owner another chance, per above. How fucking lame-assed is that, never mind letting this issue fester for another 5 weeks until I addressed it (because only Vineyard K work remained). I was looking for another full time vineyard gig all the while, but nothing came up save my former employer, a mixed situation. So I suppose it is another summer of flitting between employers and vineyards, something the perps also love; do the same thing elsewhere. On top of their long standing game of fuckery of having things go wrong, so the same thing gets done again (if possible, for a non-destructive task).
I suppose I have read too many forward thinking business books and magazines in the past, e.g. Fast Company. In an employment or relationship situation, one work's the issue through to resolve it, so it doesn't continue or fester. But no, in the case of my regular employer he doesn't say shit about what transpired on the phone call until I ask, and he didn't ask why the dog/vineyard owner let the fucking dog out again when there was plenty of prior arrangement. This long running squalid subterfuge behavior again. My brother called me about that time, and I told him the story, and he said launch a workplace harassment claim. I hadn't thought of that and I might just do it.
And I should know that issue resolution protraction/diversion games from the ex; I cannot think of any significant issue that got satisfactorily resolved between us. Always a "just enough" solution to paste over, or feel good, but nothing of permanent substance. So could issue resolution obstruction be yet another Psychopath objective, such that the same issue goes around, and around? Probably, given their long term habit of fuckery to cause re-work, as well as accomplishment obstruction and protracting annoyance and angst, I would have to say yes, unequivocally.
Anyhow, enough ranting on the particulars of the last three weeks and the escalated idiocy and its continuance.
Onto Covid-19 and the apparent causal SARS variant virus. Have we been had? Seems so, especially doctors from many countries are saying the same thing; every sparrow that falls is getting assigned to Covid-19. That takes planning, to have this same over-arching mindset installed over many hospitals in many countries. Three videos...
-now removed by YouTube, as in WeDecideVideo; a St. Louis ER medical doctor was speaking to his phone camera for about 11 minutes, now removed due to "violating community guidelines". No, it was nothing about community or guidelines or any violation, it was about the content not fitting with the official supplied narrative of TPTB. Here it is on Bitchute, 11 min.
-another doctor calling out the Covid-19 hoax, a respiratory specialist, not the one I intended for the same reasons above, 12 min.
-two doctors speaking on Covid-19, embedded at Zero Hedge due to ANOTHER YouTube censorship stunt,
And then, just yesterday, a confirmation of the above from Fox News personnel bantering about Covid-19 being a hoax while a live microphone was on. Another video, with annotation and comment, though later attributed as a "joke", the audio suggests otherwise. Down the Memory Hole for this one should TPTB prevail.
It just shows (to me at least) just how prevalent and complete such economic and political control is by TPTB.
Not the most gratifying way to call this blog posting done, but hey, at least it I got it done as it seems any kind of activity is getting sandbagged these days.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Sunday, March 01, 2020
Gangstalking and Spinal Flexing
02-29-2020
A Leap Year moment of sudden and unexpected access to my own blog. It seems that way. I have spent the last three days attempting to get to this blog that I have been writing since 2006 by way of endless and senseless "Google verification" fuckery of unimaginable contortions, re-directions and proportions. You won't get a real person to talk to of course, but for now, and I am not out of the woods yet, I seem to be able to get to this blog and post something. And this is it. I just may not be able to post to this blog again, I don't know.
As this blog and attendant Google Gmail user ID was created in 2006, it just seems they didn't ask a whole lot of details as to how to recover one's account. Back in 2012 when I got my new cell phone account, the cell phone network required me to create a new Gmail account which I didn't want to do because I already had one, and being an IT guy, I instinctively knew having two accounts from the same outfit (Google) would create problems, and I have been absolutely correct.
In 01-2020 I managed to (somehow) get back into this account and reset the password, and now a month later, the Google Gmail/Blogger crowd, (or their puppet masters if you prefer) decided to put me through Google Verification Hell again. My regular password of a month ago, duly recorded on paper, "somehow" just didn't work. Around and around I went from the "default" account (the 2012-created one Google decided) to attempt to get back into this one. Last night I had the inspiration to make the 2006-created account the "recovery account" even if I couldn't get into it with this "verification" password blocking, and as of now, I somehow got back into TIWorld.
It has been a long round of password fucking hell to say the least. Tricks like sending my "verification code" to an email address that didn't arrive was a good trick. Giving me verification codes that didn't allow access, but instead "we are reviewing your account" (code for not happening). Even now, the account that displays on the upper right of this page is the 2012-created account, not the 2006-created account that owns this blog and desperately needs extra recovery information added. I have come to the conclusion that the Google masters have taken nearly every measure possible to stop me from accessing the 2006-created account and this blog by extension, and keep sending me to the 2012-created account which does NOT have this blog attached to it.
So.... why not merge them? Why Google, who likely yanked the chain of the cell phone carrier in the first place which created this account bifurcation fuckery, doesn't have this functionality as stated in their own FAQ. Which to me seems like a tacit acknowledgement that there are two classes of Gmail accounts depending on when they decided to embrace the "mobility" scene and hang cell phone access and all the rest of the data particulars they would of captured from the cell phone network off of Gmail accounts.
FFS Google, just allow Gmail account consolidation/merging so I can access my blog from a single Gmail account. Or this the plan; to screw me out of owning it? Besides, I don't use my Gmail account for regular email as Google likes to read other's mail as a matter of course.
All this was also precipitated by someone messing with the browser settings and not allowing persistent "cookies" which then caused me to log in each new session. Not the end of the world, but that seemed to be the excuse to kick off the latest round of fuckery whereby my password got blocked.
After all that, and while on this blog editing, I cannot get to my 2006-created account to reset the password and add more recovery details. The only clue is that it says "Sign Out of All Accounts" versus "Sign Out of Account". They don't make it easy, don't plan to, don't want users to access their own blogs (possibly selectively), don't have any real people to talk to and don't give a shit. Well done Google; only you could outdo Microsoft for creating intense user interface/interaction vexation. And I am making an assumption it is only you, not someone else jacking me around which is usually the case.
02-16-2020
I would of though that going to yoga class would be plenty of spinal flexing and twisting by the ongoing proximate gangstalking tourists for the week, but no, add in the new mobile (tractor trailer) bottling operation and the new hire at the other vineyard, and there is more. The new hire dude, tubby and a little rough around the edges, "just happened" to engage in unnecessary and extensive spinal flexing while in my proximity some 4' away. It was especially noted when I was having an infrequent break in the production line action and he sat down 4' opposite, on the roller conveyor no less, facing me and did lateral (side to side) spinal flexing. And he really got going on spinal flexing when I had a sip from my water bottle. Normally I don't need to keep it near me for this kind of work, but "for some reason" I got thirsty, placed the bottle near me on break, just when the new hire dude was re-assigned from other work further away to work near me on the production line. Funny how that "happens". I have never known anyone to do spinal flexing while on a bottling line before while they are busy handling and packing bottles. First impressions are lasting, and perhaps the new hire dude is going to be one to get under my skin all this vineyard working season. Woohoo, more work adversity, as if I haven't had enough over my working life.
Some time ago, my youngest brother was doing similar senseless spinal flexing nearby at the First Feral Family house, and I told him that is exactly what so many of the gangstalkers do, so therefore, he must be one too. He kind of blanched and ceased flexing his spine, and did so for good. So we shall see if the new-hire bearded-boy has a real need to flex his spine as part of his "natural work habit" or else was he putting on this shit just for me.
At least three others at the bottling line operation could of introduced this new-hire to me over two days, and didn't. Like WTF; why does this shit behavior persist and is so consistent. Even going back three decades, the then-wife, a fully compliant plant, also pulled this shit and I began to wonder if she was being so fucking rude on purpose. Well, as I later found out, she was. The perps constantly thwart, delay and protract the introduction of others in my orbit. Why don't they just get over it, and put name tags on these Fuckwits titled, "Gangstalker #nnn, goes by, xxxxx"? Given that the new-hire dude ranks mid-level on the Unfavored scale (male >20yo., facial hair, fat, a rude ass (as he later demonstrated apart from the aforementioned spinal flexing gangstalker habit) and is full of himself), maybe he will be the upcoming summer-long (co-worker) Unfavored test specimen for incremental inculcation in an attempt to have me "accept" such scum without immediate loathing on first sight.
This new mobile bottling line was a very smooth operation and there was little down time for a change. There was the odd hiccup, as production rate dithering, slowing or stopping it, is another one of the perp's fuckery favorites. With all the production lines on this planet, why do they need to round on me and have them mess up? Well I suppose I am a test subject, and whatever neural correlates and psychic reactions to even work flow is detectable when I am in the groove (everything is going smoothly and therefore I am relaxed some), and then I suddenly become more attentive while the slowdown causes are analyzed, all the more study fodder for all the poor souls on production lines everywhere else. Just my theory of course, but the perp's interests do seem to have a very consistent pattern.
Back to wallet "forget" fucking, now twice in two weeks; both times having me "forget" to take my wallet to the grocery store and only happening to find out at the check out with a full carry basket. Once I got back into my vehicle with the windows closed I made sure they knew I was utterly infuriated. They pulled this stunt maybe 10 years ago in the same circumstances, and now it "happens" twice in two weeks. There have been other wallet "forgets" in the interim, but none where I needed it until this latest eruption of fuckery. Regular readers and possibly other TI's will know the Psychopaths have a long running interest in my wallet's contents, the color of the bills (very colored in Canada) and the cards in my wallet.
02-19-2020
Ths Psychopaths were on the rag today, that is to say, they were fucking me with "forgets" and dropping things from my hands far beyond their "normal" harassment rate, which is of course an order of magnitude that would happen to unharassed mortals. Three forced "forgets" on turning the stove burner off/on in succession this morning, then "forgets" on taking supplements (a daily jerkaround now), then again for my Rx, and then extra insane fuckery when attempting to get out the door (boots, clothing, gear) which is a daily battle of fuckery, infuriation and delay. Then later at work, vine pruning mistakes I hadn't made for the three weeks I have been doing it this year, adding the hot-rod muffler noise of passing traffic in considerably greater frequency, incessant dog barking noise from multiple locations, an overflight by a military aircraft that had blackish emanations from it and plenty of helicopters (at least 12) etc. The assholes didn't relent all day, save perhaps the last hour of work. Then on my ass at home, getting the order of things wrong making dinner etc. -likely about 200 infuriation stunts today, well beyond their 80-100 average. What the got into the assholes today?
When this extra infuriation fuckery goes down there is usually a reason, and today "just happened" to be the day I dropped off a shit sample at the lab, and given the Psychopath's intense interest in excrement, it just might of been the event to trigger their insane minds to lay on substantially more fuckery and abuse. Longer term readers may recall when I was about to exit my vehicle at this same lab location with the same sample, they sent a negro on a bicycle at high speed about 6" past my door as I was about to open it. I could not believe it then or now as to how utterly stupid it was for a cyclist to go so fast and so close to street parked vehicles unless of course they were assured that they would come to no harm. This negro Fuckwit stalker could of moved over by 12-24" and still there would of been plenty of room for motor vehicles to get by. Never mind the rarity of negroes in this town, and the even greater unlikelihood that they would of been on a bicycle, excepting street sports events which was not the case. Funny how all these improbabilities add up all the time, isn't it?
And the last month has also been evidenced by increased sleep disruptions; heavy nap attacks after work of 1.5 to 2 hours and longer on weekends, and even throwing in some unconventional sound invasions. On two occasions I was napping, maybe only 15-20 minutes into it and drifting off into a deeper sleep it seemed, when they planted a noise to bring me out of it. This residence has no one upstairs or down or anyone else on any side, and nor does it have anyone else here, and on one of these occasions they planted the noise of someone clearing their throat. I was immediately awakened as there is no one else here, and "somehow" I was also calmed with the suggestion that "it's just the Psychopaths planting a noise again" so that I did not get up. And in this state of heightened and constant threat assessment and reaction to any and all fuckery conventional and unconventional alike, nearly running 18 years now, there is no way my normal self would of not got up and investigated the possible presence of someone in my place that somehow got past a locked door. I believe the second nap noise event was a wall pounding (of no known conventional cause), and as I get these about 6x/year I would of assumed it was them again because of its familiarity.
Funny how the sleep disruptions suddenly came on too; I was doing fine in December into mid-January on this job with 6 hours of sleep and no evening time nap attacks. Then when I switched jobs, why, the sleep disruptions came on and have persisted for at least 6 weeks now.
The weekend prior, the night before going to the walk-in clinic for an Rx refill, why, I couldn't get any sleep "for some reason". Though as "usual" I didn't suffer for the lack of sleep.
The usual situation at the walk-in clinic is to sit around in the waiting area for an hour (or more) with a presumed orchestrated gangstalking scene around me. On this occasion, a five yo. child was staring at me furtively, and twice when I looked at her, she immediately averted her gaze as if looking at me was prohibited. Probably was, but she couldn't help it. As to what she was staring at exactly I don't know for sure, but I suspect I must have some visible emanation about me as I can never figure out why I often get stared at by people whom I have never seen before.
Another Psychopathic campaign this week is to have me feel poorly while at work in the vineyard continuing with the vine pruning. As if my ADD stimulant Rx never kicked on one day (and I know I took them), another day feeling like I was slowed down and weaker (also not an Rx intake problem).
Then when I get enough sleep (per pre-harassment normal), why, I still feel like hell this week. So just what are they up to and why all this sleep fuckery, which to be fair, had a sudden onset when they first invaded my apartment and went beserk/overt in 04-2002. As one TI reader noted, one may be more psychically accessible while sleeping, which accounts for the instances of more enforced sleep, aka, nap attacks. But also, the revelations of Donald Marshall, if they are to believed, suggests that there is much covert ongoing research to ensure the human clones have a tranferable/replicable conscience/awareness while the parent being is awake. Apparently, the clones do have a conscience when the parent being in REM sleep. An interesting technical issue which may have relevance to the Psychopath's relentless sleep fuckery games that I endure. This being a more speculative notion I usually entertain but possibly very relevant.
Anyhow, I am going to post this in the hope that I can gain access to this blog again on a continued basis. We shall see what the Google Verification Fuckery Maze has in store for me. I didn't expect this one, but as password keyboard entry, desktop and at the checkouts on one's debit card, is another long running Psychopathic research theme, we shall see.
A Leap Year moment of sudden and unexpected access to my own blog. It seems that way. I have spent the last three days attempting to get to this blog that I have been writing since 2006 by way of endless and senseless "Google verification" fuckery of unimaginable contortions, re-directions and proportions. You won't get a real person to talk to of course, but for now, and I am not out of the woods yet, I seem to be able to get to this blog and post something. And this is it. I just may not be able to post to this blog again, I don't know.
As this blog and attendant Google Gmail user ID was created in 2006, it just seems they didn't ask a whole lot of details as to how to recover one's account. Back in 2012 when I got my new cell phone account, the cell phone network required me to create a new Gmail account which I didn't want to do because I already had one, and being an IT guy, I instinctively knew having two accounts from the same outfit (Google) would create problems, and I have been absolutely correct.
In 01-2020 I managed to (somehow) get back into this account and reset the password, and now a month later, the Google Gmail/Blogger crowd, (or their puppet masters if you prefer) decided to put me through Google Verification Hell again. My regular password of a month ago, duly recorded on paper, "somehow" just didn't work. Around and around I went from the "default" account (the 2012-created one Google decided) to attempt to get back into this one. Last night I had the inspiration to make the 2006-created account the "recovery account" even if I couldn't get into it with this "verification" password blocking, and as of now, I somehow got back into TIWorld.
It has been a long round of password fucking hell to say the least. Tricks like sending my "verification code" to an email address that didn't arrive was a good trick. Giving me verification codes that didn't allow access, but instead "we are reviewing your account" (code for not happening). Even now, the account that displays on the upper right of this page is the 2012-created account, not the 2006-created account that owns this blog and desperately needs extra recovery information added. I have come to the conclusion that the Google masters have taken nearly every measure possible to stop me from accessing the 2006-created account and this blog by extension, and keep sending me to the 2012-created account which does NOT have this blog attached to it.
So.... why not merge them? Why Google, who likely yanked the chain of the cell phone carrier in the first place which created this account bifurcation fuckery, doesn't have this functionality as stated in their own FAQ. Which to me seems like a tacit acknowledgement that there are two classes of Gmail accounts depending on when they decided to embrace the "mobility" scene and hang cell phone access and all the rest of the data particulars they would of captured from the cell phone network off of Gmail accounts.
FFS Google, just allow Gmail account consolidation/merging so I can access my blog from a single Gmail account. Or this the plan; to screw me out of owning it? Besides, I don't use my Gmail account for regular email as Google likes to read other's mail as a matter of course.
All this was also precipitated by someone messing with the browser settings and not allowing persistent "cookies" which then caused me to log in each new session. Not the end of the world, but that seemed to be the excuse to kick off the latest round of fuckery whereby my password got blocked.
After all that, and while on this blog editing, I cannot get to my 2006-created account to reset the password and add more recovery details. The only clue is that it says "Sign Out of All Accounts" versus "Sign Out of Account". They don't make it easy, don't plan to, don't want users to access their own blogs (possibly selectively), don't have any real people to talk to and don't give a shit. Well done Google; only you could outdo Microsoft for creating intense user interface/interaction vexation. And I am making an assumption it is only you, not someone else jacking me around which is usually the case.
02-16-2020
I would of though that going to yoga class would be plenty of spinal flexing and twisting by the ongoing proximate gangstalking tourists for the week, but no, add in the new mobile (tractor trailer) bottling operation and the new hire at the other vineyard, and there is more. The new hire dude, tubby and a little rough around the edges, "just happened" to engage in unnecessary and extensive spinal flexing while in my proximity some 4' away. It was especially noted when I was having an infrequent break in the production line action and he sat down 4' opposite, on the roller conveyor no less, facing me and did lateral (side to side) spinal flexing. And he really got going on spinal flexing when I had a sip from my water bottle. Normally I don't need to keep it near me for this kind of work, but "for some reason" I got thirsty, placed the bottle near me on break, just when the new hire dude was re-assigned from other work further away to work near me on the production line. Funny how that "happens". I have never known anyone to do spinal flexing while on a bottling line before while they are busy handling and packing bottles. First impressions are lasting, and perhaps the new hire dude is going to be one to get under my skin all this vineyard working season. Woohoo, more work adversity, as if I haven't had enough over my working life.
Some time ago, my youngest brother was doing similar senseless spinal flexing nearby at the First Feral Family house, and I told him that is exactly what so many of the gangstalkers do, so therefore, he must be one too. He kind of blanched and ceased flexing his spine, and did so for good. So we shall see if the new-hire bearded-boy has a real need to flex his spine as part of his "natural work habit" or else was he putting on this shit just for me.
At least three others at the bottling line operation could of introduced this new-hire to me over two days, and didn't. Like WTF; why does this shit behavior persist and is so consistent. Even going back three decades, the then-wife, a fully compliant plant, also pulled this shit and I began to wonder if she was being so fucking rude on purpose. Well, as I later found out, she was. The perps constantly thwart, delay and protract the introduction of others in my orbit. Why don't they just get over it, and put name tags on these Fuckwits titled, "Gangstalker #nnn, goes by, xxxxx"? Given that the new-hire dude ranks mid-level on the Unfavored scale (male >20yo., facial hair, fat, a rude ass (as he later demonstrated apart from the aforementioned spinal flexing gangstalker habit) and is full of himself), maybe he will be the upcoming summer-long (co-worker) Unfavored test specimen for incremental inculcation in an attempt to have me "accept" such scum without immediate loathing on first sight.
This new mobile bottling line was a very smooth operation and there was little down time for a change. There was the odd hiccup, as production rate dithering, slowing or stopping it, is another one of the perp's fuckery favorites. With all the production lines on this planet, why do they need to round on me and have them mess up? Well I suppose I am a test subject, and whatever neural correlates and psychic reactions to even work flow is detectable when I am in the groove (everything is going smoothly and therefore I am relaxed some), and then I suddenly become more attentive while the slowdown causes are analyzed, all the more study fodder for all the poor souls on production lines everywhere else. Just my theory of course, but the perp's interests do seem to have a very consistent pattern.
Back to wallet "forget" fucking, now twice in two weeks; both times having me "forget" to take my wallet to the grocery store and only happening to find out at the check out with a full carry basket. Once I got back into my vehicle with the windows closed I made sure they knew I was utterly infuriated. They pulled this stunt maybe 10 years ago in the same circumstances, and now it "happens" twice in two weeks. There have been other wallet "forgets" in the interim, but none where I needed it until this latest eruption of fuckery. Regular readers and possibly other TI's will know the Psychopaths have a long running interest in my wallet's contents, the color of the bills (very colored in Canada) and the cards in my wallet.
02-19-2020
Ths Psychopaths were on the rag today, that is to say, they were fucking me with "forgets" and dropping things from my hands far beyond their "normal" harassment rate, which is of course an order of magnitude that would happen to unharassed mortals. Three forced "forgets" on turning the stove burner off/on in succession this morning, then "forgets" on taking supplements (a daily jerkaround now), then again for my Rx, and then extra insane fuckery when attempting to get out the door (boots, clothing, gear) which is a daily battle of fuckery, infuriation and delay. Then later at work, vine pruning mistakes I hadn't made for the three weeks I have been doing it this year, adding the hot-rod muffler noise of passing traffic in considerably greater frequency, incessant dog barking noise from multiple locations, an overflight by a military aircraft that had blackish emanations from it and plenty of helicopters (at least 12) etc. The assholes didn't relent all day, save perhaps the last hour of work. Then on my ass at home, getting the order of things wrong making dinner etc. -likely about 200 infuriation stunts today, well beyond their 80-100 average. What the got into the assholes today?
When this extra infuriation fuckery goes down there is usually a reason, and today "just happened" to be the day I dropped off a shit sample at the lab, and given the Psychopath's intense interest in excrement, it just might of been the event to trigger their insane minds to lay on substantially more fuckery and abuse. Longer term readers may recall when I was about to exit my vehicle at this same lab location with the same sample, they sent a negro on a bicycle at high speed about 6" past my door as I was about to open it. I could not believe it then or now as to how utterly stupid it was for a cyclist to go so fast and so close to street parked vehicles unless of course they were assured that they would come to no harm. This negro Fuckwit stalker could of moved over by 12-24" and still there would of been plenty of room for motor vehicles to get by. Never mind the rarity of negroes in this town, and the even greater unlikelihood that they would of been on a bicycle, excepting street sports events which was not the case. Funny how all these improbabilities add up all the time, isn't it?
And the last month has also been evidenced by increased sleep disruptions; heavy nap attacks after work of 1.5 to 2 hours and longer on weekends, and even throwing in some unconventional sound invasions. On two occasions I was napping, maybe only 15-20 minutes into it and drifting off into a deeper sleep it seemed, when they planted a noise to bring me out of it. This residence has no one upstairs or down or anyone else on any side, and nor does it have anyone else here, and on one of these occasions they planted the noise of someone clearing their throat. I was immediately awakened as there is no one else here, and "somehow" I was also calmed with the suggestion that "it's just the Psychopaths planting a noise again" so that I did not get up. And in this state of heightened and constant threat assessment and reaction to any and all fuckery conventional and unconventional alike, nearly running 18 years now, there is no way my normal self would of not got up and investigated the possible presence of someone in my place that somehow got past a locked door. I believe the second nap noise event was a wall pounding (of no known conventional cause), and as I get these about 6x/year I would of assumed it was them again because of its familiarity.
Funny how the sleep disruptions suddenly came on too; I was doing fine in December into mid-January on this job with 6 hours of sleep and no evening time nap attacks. Then when I switched jobs, why, the sleep disruptions came on and have persisted for at least 6 weeks now.
The weekend prior, the night before going to the walk-in clinic for an Rx refill, why, I couldn't get any sleep "for some reason". Though as "usual" I didn't suffer for the lack of sleep.
The usual situation at the walk-in clinic is to sit around in the waiting area for an hour (or more) with a presumed orchestrated gangstalking scene around me. On this occasion, a five yo. child was staring at me furtively, and twice when I looked at her, she immediately averted her gaze as if looking at me was prohibited. Probably was, but she couldn't help it. As to what she was staring at exactly I don't know for sure, but I suspect I must have some visible emanation about me as I can never figure out why I often get stared at by people whom I have never seen before.
Another Psychopathic campaign this week is to have me feel poorly while at work in the vineyard continuing with the vine pruning. As if my ADD stimulant Rx never kicked on one day (and I know I took them), another day feeling like I was slowed down and weaker (also not an Rx intake problem).
Then when I get enough sleep (per pre-harassment normal), why, I still feel like hell this week. So just what are they up to and why all this sleep fuckery, which to be fair, had a sudden onset when they first invaded my apartment and went beserk/overt in 04-2002. As one TI reader noted, one may be more psychically accessible while sleeping, which accounts for the instances of more enforced sleep, aka, nap attacks. But also, the revelations of Donald Marshall, if they are to believed, suggests that there is much covert ongoing research to ensure the human clones have a tranferable/replicable conscience/awareness while the parent being is awake. Apparently, the clones do have a conscience when the parent being in REM sleep. An interesting technical issue which may have relevance to the Psychopath's relentless sleep fuckery games that I endure. This being a more speculative notion I usually entertain but possibly very relevant.
Anyhow, I am going to post this in the hope that I can gain access to this blog again on a continued basis. We shall see what the Google Verification Fuckery Maze has in store for me. I didn't expect this one, but as password keyboard entry, desktop and at the checkouts on one's debit card, is another long running Psychopathic research theme, we shall see.
Monday, September 02, 2019
Labor Day Weak
09-02-2019
Labor Day, same here as in the USA. I got hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon and still don't quite feel recovered from it, one hour later.
That there has been ongoing sleep disruption of late is without question; awakening at 0900h and even if going to bed in good time, doesn't mean that they won't keep me awake until 0300h. And even if I went on 3 hour hike yesterday, it just doesn't do anything to normalize my sleep pattern. The excuse, as I see it, is that while I am now off vineyard work (as of 08-16-2019), they can muck with my awake/sleep patterns as much as they want. This has been consistent when they first attacked in 04-2002, the day they revealed themselves and went berserk/overt which still continues as ongoing harassment. Then, they kept me up all night evading being zapped in the streets of Seattle, and driving the freeways all night, as my vehicle (or any nearby metal objects) offered protection from this form of abuse. Sometimes I would sleep in my vehicle in the rest areas, but they soon adapted and would nail me with some kind of slower onset irradiative targeting that would begin in an hour or two. That they had equi-spaced vehicles placed in the rest area parking lots from 0100 to 0500h, when I would arrive in an attempt to sleep in my vehicle, meant that they were more than ready for my arrival.
I have been doing some work for a former employer this past week, and into this week, and it may last a few more depending on his vine sampling schedule. As to why sleep disruption is so important to the Psychopathic abusers (aka perps) I have no idea, but as with all my activities and cognitive function, they have an intense research interest.
One particular event that has been highly associated with nap attacks is when reading books, especially biographies. Which is in fact the case at present; "Girls Like Us" by Sheila Weller, which covers Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon is my current read, and follows recent readings of biographies of Gordon Lightfoot and Hank Williams, separate books. So with this latest read, a "three-fer", a biography in good measure, of three well known musicians in one book, it just may represent some kind of experimentational challenge for the Psychopathic assholes and whatever they extract from me as I read. That, and the associated noise-scape when I read outside, in particular the most loathed HD motorcycle noise, seems to indicate continued perp interest. And too, that infernal noisy single engine aircraft, the same one, that keeps doing turns overhead or low overflights when I am outside my residence, also suggests they are interested in what I am reading. This same aircraft "somehow" manages to arrive and spread its noise almost anytime I enter or exit my residence, and also finds me at my vineyard job sites both N and S of the airport.
I finally, after a six month delay, I got onto getting my documents ordered and crafting a write up for detailing my foreign work and living expense which is needed for the Canada pension application. That was the years 1999 to 2002 when living and working in aforementioned Seattle, and I am doing the best I can to document this, even if my then wife, came to visit in 2001 and stole my visa records, bank statements, income tax returns, and pay statements (pay stubs) for the first two years. Naturally, she did not respond to my email earlier this year when I indicated that she might know of their disappearance when the same kinds of records are all in order and present, and could she supply an answer, or even give them back. I had noticed that my 1999 and 2000 1040NR was missing a week after she had visited, but didn't think that she had made a wholesale pre-divorce document raid and took all these documents. That her visit was timed in 08-2001, meant that the tax returns were done, and she brought our daughter as a foil to ensure that there was time to steal said documents.
Well, as it "happens" the documents are all important to determine my foreign work and residence, and lo, if they weren't missing as I found out earlier this year. I suspect my then-wife's lawyer put her up to this international act of piracy, albeit documents only, as my now ex doesn't didn't have the wherewithal to be so consistent and figure out what was "needed". That my ex was full measure for being devious and deceitful is a given, but planning for divorce proceedings wasn't in her usual foresight skill set. Anyhow, we shall see what the pension folks are going to think of this melange from the past. One more instance of order (my documents in this case), being disrupted and sabotaged by an entity (my ex as the wilful and abetting agent in this case) that has every interest in disrupting every fucking thing that has order, a pattern, routine, protocol or other set of established procedures or processes. Same old, same old, just more intensified since 04-2002.
And as mentioned in prior postings this year, disrupting order by way of imposed fuckery, and forcing partial completion or completion with new and different methods and tools, aka, combinations and permutations, is just what is needed for adding into the experimentational mix to determine the Universal Wave Function if one subscribes to the theory of Multiple Universes, aka Many Worlds as first theorized by Hugh Everett in 1957. All too high-falutin for me, just leave me alone as I never asked or wanted to be a permanent subject in a non-stop abuse-athon (17 years so far, on top of a prior 47 years of covert fuckery), in the service of an insane Psychopathic Confederacy, organized, consistent and relentless that it is, and who has limitless resources and alien-level technologies (teleportation, tele-kinetics and remote neural influencing for a start). Never mind the escalated level of "coincidences" and incessant gangstalking that erupted after 04-2002. I will take the poison pill thanks, never mind the red or blue.
Anyhow, enough for a posting I figure, as I am getting back into the routine, after it got disrupted by "coincident" technical machinations these past eight weeks. No doubt the Dashed Expectations imperative, assuming I have regular readers, had something to do with all this too.
Labor Day, same here as in the USA. I got hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon and still don't quite feel recovered from it, one hour later.
That there has been ongoing sleep disruption of late is without question; awakening at 0900h and even if going to bed in good time, doesn't mean that they won't keep me awake until 0300h. And even if I went on 3 hour hike yesterday, it just doesn't do anything to normalize my sleep pattern. The excuse, as I see it, is that while I am now off vineyard work (as of 08-16-2019), they can muck with my awake/sleep patterns as much as they want. This has been consistent when they first attacked in 04-2002, the day they revealed themselves and went berserk/overt which still continues as ongoing harassment. Then, they kept me up all night evading being zapped in the streets of Seattle, and driving the freeways all night, as my vehicle (or any nearby metal objects) offered protection from this form of abuse. Sometimes I would sleep in my vehicle in the rest areas, but they soon adapted and would nail me with some kind of slower onset irradiative targeting that would begin in an hour or two. That they had equi-spaced vehicles placed in the rest area parking lots from 0100 to 0500h, when I would arrive in an attempt to sleep in my vehicle, meant that they were more than ready for my arrival.
I have been doing some work for a former employer this past week, and into this week, and it may last a few more depending on his vine sampling schedule. As to why sleep disruption is so important to the Psychopathic abusers (aka perps) I have no idea, but as with all my activities and cognitive function, they have an intense research interest.
One particular event that has been highly associated with nap attacks is when reading books, especially biographies. Which is in fact the case at present; "Girls Like Us" by Sheila Weller, which covers Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon is my current read, and follows recent readings of biographies of Gordon Lightfoot and Hank Williams, separate books. So with this latest read, a "three-fer", a biography in good measure, of three well known musicians in one book, it just may represent some kind of experimentational challenge for the Psychopathic assholes and whatever they extract from me as I read. That, and the associated noise-scape when I read outside, in particular the most loathed HD motorcycle noise, seems to indicate continued perp interest. And too, that infernal noisy single engine aircraft, the same one, that keeps doing turns overhead or low overflights when I am outside my residence, also suggests they are interested in what I am reading. This same aircraft "somehow" manages to arrive and spread its noise almost anytime I enter or exit my residence, and also finds me at my vineyard job sites both N and S of the airport.
I finally, after a six month delay, I got onto getting my documents ordered and crafting a write up for detailing my foreign work and living expense which is needed for the Canada pension application. That was the years 1999 to 2002 when living and working in aforementioned Seattle, and I am doing the best I can to document this, even if my then wife, came to visit in 2001 and stole my visa records, bank statements, income tax returns, and pay statements (pay stubs) for the first two years. Naturally, she did not respond to my email earlier this year when I indicated that she might know of their disappearance when the same kinds of records are all in order and present, and could she supply an answer, or even give them back. I had noticed that my 1999 and 2000 1040NR was missing a week after she had visited, but didn't think that she had made a wholesale pre-divorce document raid and took all these documents. That her visit was timed in 08-2001, meant that the tax returns were done, and she brought our daughter as a foil to ensure that there was time to steal said documents.
Well, as it "happens" the documents are all important to determine my foreign work and residence, and lo, if they weren't missing as I found out earlier this year. I suspect my then-wife's lawyer put her up to this international act of piracy, albeit documents only, as my now ex doesn't didn't have the wherewithal to be so consistent and figure out what was "needed". That my ex was full measure for being devious and deceitful is a given, but planning for divorce proceedings wasn't in her usual foresight skill set. Anyhow, we shall see what the pension folks are going to think of this melange from the past. One more instance of order (my documents in this case), being disrupted and sabotaged by an entity (my ex as the wilful and abetting agent in this case) that has every interest in disrupting every fucking thing that has order, a pattern, routine, protocol or other set of established procedures or processes. Same old, same old, just more intensified since 04-2002.
And as mentioned in prior postings this year, disrupting order by way of imposed fuckery, and forcing partial completion or completion with new and different methods and tools, aka, combinations and permutations, is just what is needed for adding into the experimentational mix to determine the Universal Wave Function if one subscribes to the theory of Multiple Universes, aka Many Worlds as first theorized by Hugh Everett in 1957. All too high-falutin for me, just leave me alone as I never asked or wanted to be a permanent subject in a non-stop abuse-athon (17 years so far, on top of a prior 47 years of covert fuckery), in the service of an insane Psychopathic Confederacy, organized, consistent and relentless that it is, and who has limitless resources and alien-level technologies (teleportation, tele-kinetics and remote neural influencing for a start). Never mind the escalated level of "coincidences" and incessant gangstalking that erupted after 04-2002. I will take the poison pill thanks, never mind the red or blue.
Anyhow, enough for a posting I figure, as I am getting back into the routine, after it got disrupted by "coincident" technical machinations these past eight weeks. No doubt the Dashed Expectations imperative, assuming I have regular readers, had something to do with all this too.
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Jury Duty Cancelled
02-19-2019
Thankfully, they cancelled my jury duty summons for next week. I never could figure out why they would send a mind-controlled nonconsensual human experimentation subject through such an exercise, casting a formalized proceeding of justice into disrepute (ahem). Well at least, they had me bothered about it for three weeks, and I suppose given how so many times that scenario plays out, it was the real aim. More of Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt (FUD) and they got me FUD-ded big time over that one. Very Funny. I haven't quite been convinced yet that the justice system isn't a slow-motion farce, but perhaps I am a little jaded after 17 years in the trenches of this abuse-athon.
Regular readers will know that I have proposed that it be FUDE, the "E" for "Error" as the perps just love to have me make mistakes. Another prosposed alphabetic is "A" for "Ambiguity", should Uncertainty not cover it all. Say, FUDEA or FUDAE. I digress.
Speaking of which, the perps have started up another round of nonsense over winding up this abuse-athon. Long time readers will know that every five or so years they put on one of these mind games that can run for four months or so, though usually half that. In other words, every smirk, every seeming "tell", every delay in others getting back to me, every pointless endeavor ("not needed, hostilities are going to cease soon), and all other obvious feints and games are tainted with the planted notion that it doesn't matter anyhow, because they are going to wrap this show up.
No they won't and they haven't done so for all the ten or so rounds they have put me through this faux-show of ceasing hostilities, or to them, nonconsensual human experimentation abuses. It ain't going to happen, and given the long running attention they pay to my perceptions, and their attempts to modify them, this is just one more round of orchestrated maze guidance. Check out the label to the left, "harrassment cessation deception" if you really want a vertical study of this particular perp theme that has consistently amounted to a Big Nothing. This too shall pass, but I always hope for such typical long running shows it will be tomorrow, the only definition of "soon" that I subscribe to.
The assholes are still putzing around with the color of my capsules, with the same medication, delivery method and dosage in them for crissakes. That would be a dopamine agonist, and as regular readers will know, this hormone has been a particular study theme of the perps. And too, if the music business is as contained and scripted as been reported (Brice Taylor, "Thanks for the Memories" as one example), and so very many songs go on about love, and all its associated emotional valence. Well guess what?; love is a big dopamine rush as determined by brain scan studies! We, the human race, are all in this together, just in differing degrees and awareness.
That was at least an hour exercise to get the above pic edited and saved due to an error in MS Paint. It wouldn't let me save the cropped image to a new file, saying there was an "error". And of course, that was the last of any kind of technical guidance from MS; no links to Help or anything like that. Nor would it save to a PDF file, nor any drawing files of Open Office, and finally I used "Screenshot" expecting the full screen with all the Paint command area, and lo, it didn't, just the working image for crissakes.
No one, other than MS, can do better at taking one for a techno-semantic screw-around. I started on mainframes and industrial strength software a long time ago; IBM, DEC and VMS, Unix System V, (and much of their software that came with the machine and the OS, and also Oracle, and they ALL had a very disciplined and clear visual and semantic convention and naming standards. (This is pre-GUI, but the p[rinciple remains the same). Here we are closing on three fucking decades of MS Windows and they cannot get it straight as to what a "screenshot" is. I gave up long ago when the MS shit show rolled into town and everyone piled on top, disregarded the extant conventions and semantic standards, and everyone ate it up, from DOS to Windows 10. Out of the box they got it stupid; putting a "\" in where everyone else, particularly Unix, was using a "/". Maybe the perps had a hand in it too, not only fomenting the stupid shit, creating the market, but also screwing my head as to making the visual translations due to MS's intransigence over using conventions. And I am quite sure there are backdoors into popular operating systems as a condition that it become ubiquitous in the OS marketplace.
Finally I got to start vineyard work today. After giving me a start date two weeks later than last year, and then putting me off for another week, and then another day due to yesterday's Family Day holiday. And of course the afternoon was messed up with a dental appointment and a following automotive repair appointment. Time without fail, the perps will fuck up any kind of start to a new work site, or work start up by hammering me with appointments and like forced departures. I feared the above mentioned jury duty was going to be another one of these "start up" sabotage/temporary departures, but no, as they cancelled it. I suspected the whole deal wasn't going ahead anyhow.
And so I got started on vineyard pruning this morning; the boss man was super casual, "a little harder than last year". To be fair, I pruned this vineyard last year all by myself, save for five rows by another woman who had pruned them before I arrived. And lo, if she isn't coming back to help, even if she isn't an employee. Whatever. The boss man says to "go easy on the hours" for crissakes.
And I found out from the boss man that he has been working at the other site for at least two weeks and hired last year's winter helper ahead of me. Given that said boss man was laying on some BS about being laid off first last year as the other woman had worked there longer, it just seemed like more games. I checked out my employment record (ROE) from last year, and I just made the minimum of 14 weeks for unemployment benefits.
Speaking of which, I sent a strident, but not rude, name calling or otherwise nasty email to the accountant that is holding up my Record of Employment, and thereby, my unemployment benefits, and still haven't heard back. That was yesterday. I sent a copy to his boss (the CEO), whom I met twice on the construction job, and he said he would look into it, and said I could call him any time. Nice of him. I replied last night and said I would be glad for his help to expedite this matter, but no answer today either. Like WTF; I just don't get it as to why the transference of my employment details to an official form on a web site is getting held up for over two months. And there is only one outfit in my existence that would be the root cause of this insane fuckery. As they say in organizational behavior; if someone is acting like a jerk (unreasonable twit... or fill in the blank....) they either are one, or whoever is jerking their chain, is. This accountant seemed like a reasonable person when I twice spoke with him on the phone.....
Here we go again; reasonable people inexplicably acting in an unreasonable manner. And all this Global Weirdness took a sudden leap by at least an order of magnitude since 02-2002 when this insane shit storm of relentless abuse rained down on me and has never let up since. Another fine coincidence.
And of course, the perp assholes exploit this administrative obstruction by planting the notion that the whole deal doesn't matter as they are going to wrap up their hostilities. Yeah right; been there, had it done to me, and it never materializes as advertised, no matter if the medium is telepathic.
All was well and good with the dental cleaning; my teeth and gums are looking good, and it wasn't the wall of worry (yet another ailment) I was expecting.
Onto the Ford dealership to have a new flasher relay (turn signal relay) installed, as the present one is losing its audibility. Yes, I checked my hearing and it is just fine. As to what this means for perp games I don't know, save a different EMF signature when I make turns, as I use my turn signal faithfully, unlike so many drivers in this town. (Another post 04-2002 eruption of peculiar public behavior, driving behavior being a prominent subset of the human behavioral shift that took place in my presence, aka, a sudden onset of Global Weirdness.
And of course the perps have no end of interest in me everytime I make a turn, be it in a vehicle or ambulatory. The ansiotropic properties of the ether, earth's photonic field or whatever it is. Anisotropy being the quality of having different physical properties in different directions; e.g. wood, in that it can be readily split in the vertical direction (y), but not from any side (y or z).
The Ford dealership wait in the waiting area was its usual buzz; it just seems that everyone wants coffee at 1430h in the afternoon, and of course that is where the coffee machine is. The high tattoo marking of the staff was again evident, women included. Would this be a hiring prerequisite? And I see they moved the 200 gallon salt water aquarium some 15' to the other side of the waiting area; it seems they didn't need to move it at all (fishy?), but again, I don't know the rationale for these things.
My friendly blonde and cute service attendant wasn't there at the Ford dealership today, though I kept looking for her. And of course the perps exploited this up by having plenty of passing feminine footwear noise going on to cause me to look. Another one of their themes; dashed expectations. Later I found out from the tattooed woman service representative that the blonde lady was off that day, following the stat holiday.
And I see that my agitation to get my Record of Employment (ROE) papers was finally rewarded. The CFO came through the next day and set the official set to the agency that deals with these matters. Perhaps my good standing with the CEO whom I met a few times on the autumn construction project also had a bearing on expediting this. And now I must wait for my "claim" to be adjudicated. keep me in suspense or what.
02-24-2019
Sunday, and I got on with cleaning and vacuuming, the latter being an activity that the perps don't like me to do given the strange increase in the "lapses" that have "happened" over this particular task, again, since 04-2002.
A whole two further days of pruning in the vineyard this work week; it snowed a little one day. And as a bonus, the Pyrenees Mountain dog came out both days and we had a good play in the snow. My pal, the Snow Bear can roar past me even within two rows (the aisle in viticulture terminology), and can duck under the lowest trellis wire with the greatest of ease. The dog knows he has me beat in any kind of running game. Hence avoiding close-in wrestling games at first, and then by the second day we got into some fun wrestling. Small vignettes of fun, and about the only ones I get other than viewing Monty Python's Flying Circus on Netflix. The latter being the epitomy of visual GUI design gone wrong, going one worse than an Android touch phone on a PC no less. And raising the notion of dumping Netflix's ass once my MPFC binge is done.
In fact, Netflix went one worse recently by inserting a partial screen of an active trailer that one cannot turn off, advertising one of their own films or series of course. Like WTF; only by hitting Browse to access one's own saved shows does one get out of this imposed viewing.
Anyhow, the visual design interface, or any interaction interface for that matter, seems to be of high perp interest as well, and I won't get into all the times they have screwed me over in using a new tool, software or other device. Sometimes they let me master something unfettered by imposed dithering, and then later sandbag me with confusion and fuckery, often exploiting the event of an absence from its use. Other times, the perps put up a total wall of fuckery at the outset and have all kinds of commands or buttons not work as designed, and put me into a total bind, usually ending by me screaming at the assholes and shutting the thing down. The above mentioned use of Paint is an example, as I use it only a few times a year, and invariably get sandbagged with an interface re-design, or worse yet, a semantic design excursion.
Two nights ago the perps hit me with a double cramp in my legs; the identical location on each of my inner thighs, and of essentially equal pain. This particular location of the imposed cramp made it difficult to deal with in bed, as I can often flex my feet against the wall and relieve the cramp. This time I had to roll out of bed very fast before the cramp came on hard, and then walk it out. But as if often the case, it just "happens" that my toe snagged the sheet and I couldn't get out fast enough, and the cramp pain came in harder until I could stand up. Seconds count, and in these situations, the perps impose more time delaying adversity almost without fail. Even at that it was difficult to walk, and I was in screaming pain for at least 10 minutes. Well done assholes. So it would seem that they were testing another muscle group, or grouping, that had to do with walking. Go fuck someone else for once.
The advance tip off for the sleep interruptions of the cramps was that I went to bed early; 2200h on a Friday night is rather unusual for me. But as I was tired and felt depleted, I thought it best if I go to bed early. That in itself is a rarity, but the perps have been 100% consistent (a rarity too) in disrupting any attempt such as this to get to sleep earlier than usual. (We are only talking an hour or two here). Their usual early-to-bed sleep disruption is to keep me tossing and turning for hours, sometimes all night. (And curiously, not be any bit tired from it). But this time they decided to pull a two leg cramp stunt that was decidedly painful. I haven't had one since 10-2018, and one of the current dopamine agonists medications that I started just last week, mirapex, is often given to patients with restless legs problems. Well done perps; you give me a painful sleep disruptive condition I haven't had for four months that flies in the face of the medication that I am now taking (for other reasons).
And Friday's later-day feeling of depletion is nominally assigned to perp fuckery that transpired in the morning, by having me get up later than normal and then get "panicked" into getting my normal morning routine done quicker. And of course, as they always do, they use this as an excuse to screw me in some other way. This time it was "forgetting" to take my morning medications, one of which (pictured above) is of intense perp interest as it is a dopamine agonist. I felt reasonably OK for the whole day of boring pruning work, and I can only surmise they needed a medication-free day to do yet more testing on whatever is of interest to them at the moment.
A job interview this afternoon; more vineyard work, but hopefully it will be more interesting than at present, and more focused. We shall see, but I am cautiously optimistic. I had a case of feeling "stoned" (de-realized) while driving home after the interview, surely (yet again) the perps up to their games of suspending my temporal lobe activity by whatever remotely applied means they have. It seems they have been doing this for a long time, even before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
Here is one for the record, as this has been banging around in my head and so I thought I would get this into print. Back when I was five years old, my mother said that I was a "guinea pig", which of course I had to ask what that meant, and she told me it was an animal that was used for experiments. (And as I later earned about what experiments were, confusion entered into the picture as it seemed mice were really the experimental mammals of choice, and as far as I know, still are). I did not process that one in its entirety then, not even knowing much about what an experiment was. And so, after the 04-2002 apartment assault and follow-on street assaults with masers, electromagnetic hits, and after a few more years of reflection, this little nugget came into recall. And it makes perfect sense; the assholes were on to me then, but only in 04-2002 did they out themselves and make this abuse/nonconsensual experimentation imperative (aka, as a TI) overt. It was not only the Day of Infamy, but also that the perps went berserk/overt as I often name it.
Enough for a posting and on with another week of being a TI.
Thankfully, they cancelled my jury duty summons for next week. I never could figure out why they would send a mind-controlled nonconsensual human experimentation subject through such an exercise, casting a formalized proceeding of justice into disrepute (ahem). Well at least, they had me bothered about it for three weeks, and I suppose given how so many times that scenario plays out, it was the real aim. More of Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt (FUD) and they got me FUD-ded big time over that one. Very Funny. I haven't quite been convinced yet that the justice system isn't a slow-motion farce, but perhaps I am a little jaded after 17 years in the trenches of this abuse-athon.
Regular readers will know that I have proposed that it be FUDE, the "E" for "Error" as the perps just love to have me make mistakes. Another prosposed alphabetic is "A" for "Ambiguity", should Uncertainty not cover it all. Say, FUDEA or FUDAE. I digress.
Speaking of which, the perps have started up another round of nonsense over winding up this abuse-athon. Long time readers will know that every five or so years they put on one of these mind games that can run for four months or so, though usually half that. In other words, every smirk, every seeming "tell", every delay in others getting back to me, every pointless endeavor ("not needed, hostilities are going to cease soon), and all other obvious feints and games are tainted with the planted notion that it doesn't matter anyhow, because they are going to wrap this show up.
No they won't and they haven't done so for all the ten or so rounds they have put me through this faux-show of ceasing hostilities, or to them, nonconsensual human experimentation abuses. It ain't going to happen, and given the long running attention they pay to my perceptions, and their attempts to modify them, this is just one more round of orchestrated maze guidance. Check out the label to the left, "harrassment cessation deception" if you really want a vertical study of this particular perp theme that has consistently amounted to a Big Nothing. This too shall pass, but I always hope for such typical long running shows it will be tomorrow, the only definition of "soon" that I subscribe to.
The assholes are still putzing around with the color of my capsules, with the same medication, delivery method and dosage in them for crissakes. That would be a dopamine agonist, and as regular readers will know, this hormone has been a particular study theme of the perps. And too, if the music business is as contained and scripted as been reported (Brice Taylor, "Thanks for the Memories" as one example), and so very many songs go on about love, and all its associated emotional valence. Well guess what?; love is a big dopamine rush as determined by brain scan studies! We, the human race, are all in this together, just in differing degrees and awareness.
That was at least an hour exercise to get the above pic edited and saved due to an error in MS Paint. It wouldn't let me save the cropped image to a new file, saying there was an "error". And of course, that was the last of any kind of technical guidance from MS; no links to Help or anything like that. Nor would it save to a PDF file, nor any drawing files of Open Office, and finally I used "Screenshot" expecting the full screen with all the Paint command area, and lo, it didn't, just the working image for crissakes.
No one, other than MS, can do better at taking one for a techno-semantic screw-around. I started on mainframes and industrial strength software a long time ago; IBM, DEC and VMS, Unix System V, (and much of their software that came with the machine and the OS, and also Oracle, and they ALL had a very disciplined and clear visual and semantic convention and naming standards. (This is pre-GUI, but the p[rinciple remains the same). Here we are closing on three fucking decades of MS Windows and they cannot get it straight as to what a "screenshot" is. I gave up long ago when the MS shit show rolled into town and everyone piled on top, disregarded the extant conventions and semantic standards, and everyone ate it up, from DOS to Windows 10. Out of the box they got it stupid; putting a "\" in where everyone else, particularly Unix, was using a "/". Maybe the perps had a hand in it too, not only fomenting the stupid shit, creating the market, but also screwing my head as to making the visual translations due to MS's intransigence over using conventions. And I am quite sure there are backdoors into popular operating systems as a condition that it become ubiquitous in the OS marketplace.
Finally I got to start vineyard work today. After giving me a start date two weeks later than last year, and then putting me off for another week, and then another day due to yesterday's Family Day holiday. And of course the afternoon was messed up with a dental appointment and a following automotive repair appointment. Time without fail, the perps will fuck up any kind of start to a new work site, or work start up by hammering me with appointments and like forced departures. I feared the above mentioned jury duty was going to be another one of these "start up" sabotage/temporary departures, but no, as they cancelled it. I suspected the whole deal wasn't going ahead anyhow.
And so I got started on vineyard pruning this morning; the boss man was super casual, "a little harder than last year". To be fair, I pruned this vineyard last year all by myself, save for five rows by another woman who had pruned them before I arrived. And lo, if she isn't coming back to help, even if she isn't an employee. Whatever. The boss man says to "go easy on the hours" for crissakes.
And I found out from the boss man that he has been working at the other site for at least two weeks and hired last year's winter helper ahead of me. Given that said boss man was laying on some BS about being laid off first last year as the other woman had worked there longer, it just seemed like more games. I checked out my employment record (ROE) from last year, and I just made the minimum of 14 weeks for unemployment benefits.
Speaking of which, I sent a strident, but not rude, name calling or otherwise nasty email to the accountant that is holding up my Record of Employment, and thereby, my unemployment benefits, and still haven't heard back. That was yesterday. I sent a copy to his boss (the CEO), whom I met twice on the construction job, and he said he would look into it, and said I could call him any time. Nice of him. I replied last night and said I would be glad for his help to expedite this matter, but no answer today either. Like WTF; I just don't get it as to why the transference of my employment details to an official form on a web site is getting held up for over two months. And there is only one outfit in my existence that would be the root cause of this insane fuckery. As they say in organizational behavior; if someone is acting like a jerk (unreasonable twit... or fill in the blank....) they either are one, or whoever is jerking their chain, is. This accountant seemed like a reasonable person when I twice spoke with him on the phone.....
Here we go again; reasonable people inexplicably acting in an unreasonable manner. And all this Global Weirdness took a sudden leap by at least an order of magnitude since 02-2002 when this insane shit storm of relentless abuse rained down on me and has never let up since. Another fine coincidence.
And of course, the perp assholes exploit this administrative obstruction by planting the notion that the whole deal doesn't matter as they are going to wrap up their hostilities. Yeah right; been there, had it done to me, and it never materializes as advertised, no matter if the medium is telepathic.
All was well and good with the dental cleaning; my teeth and gums are looking good, and it wasn't the wall of worry (yet another ailment) I was expecting.
Onto the Ford dealership to have a new flasher relay (turn signal relay) installed, as the present one is losing its audibility. Yes, I checked my hearing and it is just fine. As to what this means for perp games I don't know, save a different EMF signature when I make turns, as I use my turn signal faithfully, unlike so many drivers in this town. (Another post 04-2002 eruption of peculiar public behavior, driving behavior being a prominent subset of the human behavioral shift that took place in my presence, aka, a sudden onset of Global Weirdness.
And of course the perps have no end of interest in me everytime I make a turn, be it in a vehicle or ambulatory. The ansiotropic properties of the ether, earth's photonic field or whatever it is. Anisotropy being the quality of having different physical properties in different directions; e.g. wood, in that it can be readily split in the vertical direction (y), but not from any side (y or z).
The Ford dealership wait in the waiting area was its usual buzz; it just seems that everyone wants coffee at 1430h in the afternoon, and of course that is where the coffee machine is. The high tattoo marking of the staff was again evident, women included. Would this be a hiring prerequisite? And I see they moved the 200 gallon salt water aquarium some 15' to the other side of the waiting area; it seems they didn't need to move it at all (fishy?), but again, I don't know the rationale for these things.
My friendly blonde and cute service attendant wasn't there at the Ford dealership today, though I kept looking for her. And of course the perps exploited this up by having plenty of passing feminine footwear noise going on to cause me to look. Another one of their themes; dashed expectations. Later I found out from the tattooed woman service representative that the blonde lady was off that day, following the stat holiday.
And I see that my agitation to get my Record of Employment (ROE) papers was finally rewarded. The CFO came through the next day and set the official set to the agency that deals with these matters. Perhaps my good standing with the CEO whom I met a few times on the autumn construction project also had a bearing on expediting this. And now I must wait for my "claim" to be adjudicated. keep me in suspense or what.
02-24-2019
Sunday, and I got on with cleaning and vacuuming, the latter being an activity that the perps don't like me to do given the strange increase in the "lapses" that have "happened" over this particular task, again, since 04-2002.
A whole two further days of pruning in the vineyard this work week; it snowed a little one day. And as a bonus, the Pyrenees Mountain dog came out both days and we had a good play in the snow. My pal, the Snow Bear can roar past me even within two rows (the aisle in viticulture terminology), and can duck under the lowest trellis wire with the greatest of ease. The dog knows he has me beat in any kind of running game. Hence avoiding close-in wrestling games at first, and then by the second day we got into some fun wrestling. Small vignettes of fun, and about the only ones I get other than viewing Monty Python's Flying Circus on Netflix. The latter being the epitomy of visual GUI design gone wrong, going one worse than an Android touch phone on a PC no less. And raising the notion of dumping Netflix's ass once my MPFC binge is done.
In fact, Netflix went one worse recently by inserting a partial screen of an active trailer that one cannot turn off, advertising one of their own films or series of course. Like WTF; only by hitting Browse to access one's own saved shows does one get out of this imposed viewing.
Anyhow, the visual design interface, or any interaction interface for that matter, seems to be of high perp interest as well, and I won't get into all the times they have screwed me over in using a new tool, software or other device. Sometimes they let me master something unfettered by imposed dithering, and then later sandbag me with confusion and fuckery, often exploiting the event of an absence from its use. Other times, the perps put up a total wall of fuckery at the outset and have all kinds of commands or buttons not work as designed, and put me into a total bind, usually ending by me screaming at the assholes and shutting the thing down. The above mentioned use of Paint is an example, as I use it only a few times a year, and invariably get sandbagged with an interface re-design, or worse yet, a semantic design excursion.
Two nights ago the perps hit me with a double cramp in my legs; the identical location on each of my inner thighs, and of essentially equal pain. This particular location of the imposed cramp made it difficult to deal with in bed, as I can often flex my feet against the wall and relieve the cramp. This time I had to roll out of bed very fast before the cramp came on hard, and then walk it out. But as if often the case, it just "happens" that my toe snagged the sheet and I couldn't get out fast enough, and the cramp pain came in harder until I could stand up. Seconds count, and in these situations, the perps impose more time delaying adversity almost without fail. Even at that it was difficult to walk, and I was in screaming pain for at least 10 minutes. Well done assholes. So it would seem that they were testing another muscle group, or grouping, that had to do with walking. Go fuck someone else for once.
The advance tip off for the sleep interruptions of the cramps was that I went to bed early; 2200h on a Friday night is rather unusual for me. But as I was tired and felt depleted, I thought it best if I go to bed early. That in itself is a rarity, but the perps have been 100% consistent (a rarity too) in disrupting any attempt such as this to get to sleep earlier than usual. (We are only talking an hour or two here). Their usual early-to-bed sleep disruption is to keep me tossing and turning for hours, sometimes all night. (And curiously, not be any bit tired from it). But this time they decided to pull a two leg cramp stunt that was decidedly painful. I haven't had one since 10-2018, and one of the current dopamine agonists medications that I started just last week, mirapex, is often given to patients with restless legs problems. Well done perps; you give me a painful sleep disruptive condition I haven't had for four months that flies in the face of the medication that I am now taking (for other reasons).
And Friday's later-day feeling of depletion is nominally assigned to perp fuckery that transpired in the morning, by having me get up later than normal and then get "panicked" into getting my normal morning routine done quicker. And of course, as they always do, they use this as an excuse to screw me in some other way. This time it was "forgetting" to take my morning medications, one of which (pictured above) is of intense perp interest as it is a dopamine agonist. I felt reasonably OK for the whole day of boring pruning work, and I can only surmise they needed a medication-free day to do yet more testing on whatever is of interest to them at the moment.
A job interview this afternoon; more vineyard work, but hopefully it will be more interesting than at present, and more focused. We shall see, but I am cautiously optimistic. I had a case of feeling "stoned" (de-realized) while driving home after the interview, surely (yet again) the perps up to their games of suspending my temporal lobe activity by whatever remotely applied means they have. It seems they have been doing this for a long time, even before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
Here is one for the record, as this has been banging around in my head and so I thought I would get this into print. Back when I was five years old, my mother said that I was a "guinea pig", which of course I had to ask what that meant, and she told me it was an animal that was used for experiments. (And as I later earned about what experiments were, confusion entered into the picture as it seemed mice were really the experimental mammals of choice, and as far as I know, still are). I did not process that one in its entirety then, not even knowing much about what an experiment was. And so, after the 04-2002 apartment assault and follow-on street assaults with masers, electromagnetic hits, and after a few more years of reflection, this little nugget came into recall. And it makes perfect sense; the assholes were on to me then, but only in 04-2002 did they out themselves and make this abuse/nonconsensual experimentation imperative (aka, as a TI) overt. It was not only the Day of Infamy, but also that the perps went berserk/overt as I often name it.
Enough for a posting and on with another week of being a TI.
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Back From the USA
07-10-2018
An eight hour drive to get to Bellevue WA, and a six hour drive to get back. The reason for the differential was the I-90 was going at 20mph at best for a long stretch, from the 970 junction to well west of Snoqualmie Pass. All that Sunday holiday traffic returning to the big city it seemed, though there were some road works and perhaps a lane closure. I hadn't been back that way since 2003, and while I didn't get to Seattle, Bellevue seemed similar with the huge array of tall buildings that weren't there then.
Whole Foods is now in Bellevue, and I went there to grab some road food for the return trip. The stalkers were all over my ass, the parking lot was full, even if it was Sunday at 2000h.
The ADD clinic doctor seemed to be legitimately interested and foccussed on attaining a solution, a total turnaround from the shit storm of stupidity and high belligerence from the last four shrinks who ignored the 2001 brain scan that trumped their ridiculous hypothesizing, akin to "throwing darts in the dark" as the clinic founder has publicly stated. I got my Rx filled too, and suffered major sticker shock for a generic ADD Rx. (Later, I took the bottle to the local pharmacy and they keyed it in and told me that it would of been $60CA instead of the $410CA I had paid for it in Bellevue). Hopefully I can get the Rx script rewritten here next time.
My daughter finally called three days after my birthday; busy etc. Some general talk about this and that, then she asked me if anything else was going on. My answer was "no", as she would certainly serve as a ready information conduit to the rest of the First Feral Family and sabotage, or at least denigrate, my new ADD Rx, per above mentioned clinic visit. Been there, had it done to me, so the First Feral Family can go fuck themselves as they have been pointedly unhelpful in all this, if not fully participating.
What is it about me that the perps find so interesting that they need to hound my ass in the supermarket, with all of 10 customers? The constant repeating stalkers who keep showing up just where I need to go next, and then repeat, as in a gangstalking reprise. Put the Fuckwit on at the front, in aisles, at back, at the cashier, and then in the parking lot. Give it a rest.
Then too, they stepped up the Fuckwits who just (repeatedly) "happen" to be located at the very section I wanted to visit. I call them "sentries", whose main job is to then cause me to redirect my intended path, now well tuned for maximum efficiency as I buy the same foods all the time. So, no good habit goes unsabotaged (in perp mind think), so have the victim walk a longer path all over the place avoiding these sentries until they move on.
Then the parking lot fuckery was also ramped up for no reason; two more vehicles around me in this huge unused parking lot. And they weren't done yet, as a third Fuckwit in a Ford truck, the same paint color as my Ford Escape, pulls in to my driver side after waiting for me to enter my vehicle, headlights on of course. Not only do I get an extra obvious pit-lamping at my vehicle when entering the driver's side, he then pulls in beside me just before I departed. Like WTF; again, a huge unused parking lot, and the Fuckwit "needs" to pull in beside me. How stupid, if only from the safety perspective.
A rain in the morning prevented an early start in the vineyard, ensured my first ADD Rx intake in15 years was begun at home; 0900h seems to be the presnt self-assigned intake time. I didn't get to the vineyard until 1200h, and even then the rain was off and on, and when it finally relented, the vine leaves were still wet and flicking water about.
07-11-2018
Sunny in the vineyard today, though I only worked until 1300h. The leg waxing imperative took over, which is normally scheduled for weekends, but as they are short staffed of late, it is only what I could get. As to its prescribed timing on the heels of coming back from Bellevue WA, and now two days on my stimulant Rx, I have no idea. The Rx is giving me a mild lift, in that I don't feel so fatigued, though last night's sleep games seems to be mighty peculiar, though I don't know why.
After work yesterday, I "only" had a 45 min. nap instead of the "usual" 120-180 min. (aka nap attack), and so I thought I had it made in terms of having a regular night's sleep. But no; I was awake for four hours before I could get to sleep, getting some 3 hours rest in all. I even got to work early by 15 min, an unheard experience all of this year until this morning.
07-12-2018
A 3.5 hour dental surgery job this afternoon. It is called a "sinus lift" where they drill into one's jawbone and then push a membrane (sinus) away from the teeth and then insert bone graft material to then cause bone to grow in this new cavity. Which is a prerequisite for then growing sufficient bone for inserting anchors for implants once the bone graft has taken in some six months or so.
A long time horizontal in the dental chair for sure, with two people hovering over me, and also planting their knee or thigh up against me as well. (The assistant was a white Caucasian woman, and the dental surgeon was an E. Indian male). And too, wearing their funky sunglasses with blue lenses instead of my regular glasses. And why did this even attract so many fuzzy maser balls zinging around in my vision, often between me and them for the whole time? It just never let up, and after some year's of relative infrequency, the perps went berserk with this kind of invasive harassment. Sure, the Naugahyde covered chair was brown colored, and the multicultural event (one white, one brown) was also interesting from the perp perspective, or was it that human bone tissue was inserted into the cavity? And whose bone tissue, or is it an amalgam of many? Who knows, but one can be sure the perps had this one covered given their incessant games of having ambulatory couples split apart for me to walk between them, and the careful procession of selected stalkers.
Two such stalkers were a pair of negroes doing some kind of pointless troll through the drug store, crossing my path twice and paralleling me down the next aisle. I had just picked up my four Rx for the dental surgery post-operative recovery, and these, plus at least three other parties were all over my ass then. Like WTF; why is picking up an Rx such a gangstalked event? It cannot just be the post-financial transaction timing, as surely we have been through so many of these in so many circumstances for the past 16 years of this abuse-athon.
As to why this confluence of disruptions this week, and during the working day, I have no idea. Monday, all day, I was in Bellevue WA, then drove back for six hours the same day, so one day down. Then the rain came on Tuesday morning, so only a four hour work day. Then Wednesday the wax appointment lopped off 1.5 hours, and then today's dental surgery took three hours off my work day. The latter three subsequent to taking my new ADD Rx on Tuesday. And as it "happens", I am to take Friday, Saturday and Sunday off for post-operative recovery. This one was planted on me after the dental surgery today, and wasn't mentioned in advance, done like a real doctor. Full disclosure means nothing to them because they can have the medical assistant deliver the news for them. So, a totally messed up week, and I was totally screwed in thinking that I would get to make up work hours for the next three days. Well done, perps. One very expensive week, and then the screw me out of work days as well.
I saw all six episodes of Netflix' Wild, Wild Country, about the Rajneeshee takeover of Antelope OR, and the rest of the cult's aggrandizing games. One part that I don't understand is how the main operators, the Bagwan, and his right hand woman, Sheela, got off so lightly. In the latter case she was sentenced to three 20 year terms for federal offenses, and was out in 29 months. (A plea bargain deal for sure, but the evidence was very strong). And she was wanted on charges in Oregon, but when she got out of federal prison early, the federal authorities somehow "forgot" to mention that to the Oregon authorities, and by then she had scooted from the US. How convenient.
One of her criminal acts was the largest bioterrorism incident in the US; some 751 people in The Dalles were poisoned with salmonella that was cultured on the Rajneesh property in their lab. The evidence was strong, so WTF. And the bitch had the gall to say, probably after her jail time was over, "so some people got sick, people are getting sick all the time". What a huge irony it is that she now owns and runs two hospices in Switzerland. And of course she was promoting her care giving abilities in the final episode that covered her post Rajneeshee life. As to why the interviewer didn't skewer her with this monstrous incongruity I don't know. And why do the Swiss authorities let her run nursing homes with that kind of criminal background (mass poisoning), I have no idea. It just doesn't add up, but perhaps there are other legal machinations I am unaware of.
With some 5,000 of the members of the Rajneesh wearing red, maroon or pink, surely that had to be of perp interest or oversight, as they cannot get enough of clothing colors and its bioenergetic effects. Though to be fair, (with a few exceptions noted above and following) I didn't see any unconventional events or circumstances that would of tipped their hand. You know, those arranged "coincidences". But it was clear that someone gave Sheela and the Rajneeshis an excuse to arm themselves to the teeth with semi-automatic weapons and guards. Apparently, an Islamic nutter (same old story), set a bomb off in the Rajneeshee hotel in Portland OR (no one killed, ahem), and Sheela took this to be the work of the hostile locals (who she antagonized to begin with), which served as the rationale for the armament efforts.
My two main complaints with this six hour episode; what exactly were these teachings of the Bagwan that captivated so many well educated people. And also, why didn't the documentary interviewers ask questions about the incongruities of their behaviors versus their teachings? Giving an open microphone to that ever prevaricating and dissembling chameleon, Sheela, for so much air time was absurd. Ditto for Stork and Tolkes, the lawyer for the Rajneeshees. One episode should of been devoted to the experience of the followers, as it seems, it was more about separating and isolating people, and the few children there didn't fare well either.
I could go on, but the current documentary style of vapid interviewers, (if that), who cannot call these actors out on their past treachery seems over indulgent to say the least. The Rajneeshees got off lightly in this documentary; there were prior criminal activities of prostitution rings, drug running in India, and the former in California too. And the financial backers didn't get full mention; Sheela's family, heiresses of two major corporations in the US as well. Plus, the Bagwan had plenty of nasty things to say about Jews and Hitler; likely not part of his "teachings" I am sure. And too, the ALCU backed the Rajneeshees in their claim of being harassed by government authorities, also not mentioned. A good binge watching documentary, but missing some vital details, and as mentioned, there was too much ass-kissing of the perpetrators (of the day) who got obligatory crying time, a perverse high water benchmark of accomplishment in journalism these days.
Another irony demanding further inquiry that should of been directed at Jane Stork, the Australian woman who came under the Rajneeshee's and Sheela's spell, was that the cult dissuaded members from having children and called for abortions and sterilization. So Jane Stork arrived in Oregon at the Rajneeshee's commune with two children, and fully participated in the cult's organizational ambitions,intimating that she at least distanced herself from her son on more than one occasion. (As well as articulating the strident and militant Rajneeshee message at public hearings). When she finally rejected Rajneeshee-ism some years later, she stated in the documentary that the re-acceptance by her parents in Australia meant all to her, and it proved that family was all important. Quite the turnaround, which begged for some kind of interviewer question to bridge the two. Again, another case of giving the perceived victims/perpetrators too much unfettered air time gives the impression that the documentary was over indulgent, not unlike the Oregon newspapers of the day.
07-14-2017
Five good days of solid sunshine, including three for my post-operative recovery. I laid around outside yesterday, getting tanned as I haven't had a chance for a few weeks. Now Saturday, and lo, if the assholes didn't blank me out of going to the Farmer's Market downtown, something I had been planning to do.
And they didn't let me sleep at all last night, pummeling me with imagery of their imaginary characters, two of the main three having died now. Lots of funeral "footage'. And another theme that got new prominence is that the remaining character is now into managing a firm to make sea-shell material artificially, in sheets and blocks and custom shapes, quite the feat as it has never been done. And too, turning this into products with all the essential promotion that would be needed.
Also, I was pummeled with imagery of my body hairs close up, short ones that are in need of shaving or plucking. This got so invasive that I had to spin my head from side to side to eliminate them, which it did every time
Now afternoon, and I am much reduced in activity due to no sleep last night. Even these "split shift" sleeps, where have got nailed with a 2-3 hour nap attack around 1600-1900h, of the last six months, always allowed me to get to sleep around midnight. But not last night for some strange reason.
I did some reading outside in the shade of the tree, and besides these incessant maser balls flicking around, they kept grinding me with overflight noise, one single engine aircraft came over at least 6x, easily the noisiest kind of them all. Add in intervening HD noise in adjacent streets, plus a scooter that really needed to turn around outside the gate, it just seems that someone was up to their usual noise inundation games. Alternating sources of internal combustion engine noise, (from air, from the ground) is nothing new.
07-15-2018
I did my usual hike today, even if it was a little on the energetic side for post-operative surgery instructions. Yesterday's lying around was sufficient incentive, abetted by no prior sleep, been aided by other unconventional means. That meant sky clad tanning too, as I was off-trail with no one around. The "usual" (read, imposed) too-late start to hiking again, which absolutely infuriates me. They had me get up late after an almost decent night's sleep, and then get motivated to clean up the shower stall. By the time I got to the trail head it was 1200h, at least 2 hours later than I wanted. They just keep pulling this particular shit and it absolutely pisses me off.
The trail gangstalking was on the low side, save for one couple who came down the regular trail and took the route at the junction I was on. (I was outbound, so they should of just followed the route back). It was a first, but the real question remains is why do they keep showing up at trail junctions? Same old, same old; changing direction of travel is a huge deal to the perps.
Anyhow, I am too wiped out and getting too much typo sabotage to continue. Enough for the week.
An eight hour drive to get to Bellevue WA, and a six hour drive to get back. The reason for the differential was the I-90 was going at 20mph at best for a long stretch, from the 970 junction to well west of Snoqualmie Pass. All that Sunday holiday traffic returning to the big city it seemed, though there were some road works and perhaps a lane closure. I hadn't been back that way since 2003, and while I didn't get to Seattle, Bellevue seemed similar with the huge array of tall buildings that weren't there then.
Whole Foods is now in Bellevue, and I went there to grab some road food for the return trip. The stalkers were all over my ass, the parking lot was full, even if it was Sunday at 2000h.
The ADD clinic doctor seemed to be legitimately interested and foccussed on attaining a solution, a total turnaround from the shit storm of stupidity and high belligerence from the last four shrinks who ignored the 2001 brain scan that trumped their ridiculous hypothesizing, akin to "throwing darts in the dark" as the clinic founder has publicly stated. I got my Rx filled too, and suffered major sticker shock for a generic ADD Rx. (Later, I took the bottle to the local pharmacy and they keyed it in and told me that it would of been $60CA instead of the $410CA I had paid for it in Bellevue). Hopefully I can get the Rx script rewritten here next time.
My daughter finally called three days after my birthday; busy etc. Some general talk about this and that, then she asked me if anything else was going on. My answer was "no", as she would certainly serve as a ready information conduit to the rest of the First Feral Family and sabotage, or at least denigrate, my new ADD Rx, per above mentioned clinic visit. Been there, had it done to me, so the First Feral Family can go fuck themselves as they have been pointedly unhelpful in all this, if not fully participating.
What is it about me that the perps find so interesting that they need to hound my ass in the supermarket, with all of 10 customers? The constant repeating stalkers who keep showing up just where I need to go next, and then repeat, as in a gangstalking reprise. Put the Fuckwit on at the front, in aisles, at back, at the cashier, and then in the parking lot. Give it a rest.
Then too, they stepped up the Fuckwits who just (repeatedly) "happen" to be located at the very section I wanted to visit. I call them "sentries", whose main job is to then cause me to redirect my intended path, now well tuned for maximum efficiency as I buy the same foods all the time. So, no good habit goes unsabotaged (in perp mind think), so have the victim walk a longer path all over the place avoiding these sentries until they move on.
Then the parking lot fuckery was also ramped up for no reason; two more vehicles around me in this huge unused parking lot. And they weren't done yet, as a third Fuckwit in a Ford truck, the same paint color as my Ford Escape, pulls in to my driver side after waiting for me to enter my vehicle, headlights on of course. Not only do I get an extra obvious pit-lamping at my vehicle when entering the driver's side, he then pulls in beside me just before I departed. Like WTF; again, a huge unused parking lot, and the Fuckwit "needs" to pull in beside me. How stupid, if only from the safety perspective.
A rain in the morning prevented an early start in the vineyard, ensured my first ADD Rx intake in15 years was begun at home; 0900h seems to be the presnt self-assigned intake time. I didn't get to the vineyard until 1200h, and even then the rain was off and on, and when it finally relented, the vine leaves were still wet and flicking water about.
07-11-2018
Sunny in the vineyard today, though I only worked until 1300h. The leg waxing imperative took over, which is normally scheduled for weekends, but as they are short staffed of late, it is only what I could get. As to its prescribed timing on the heels of coming back from Bellevue WA, and now two days on my stimulant Rx, I have no idea. The Rx is giving me a mild lift, in that I don't feel so fatigued, though last night's sleep games seems to be mighty peculiar, though I don't know why.
After work yesterday, I "only" had a 45 min. nap instead of the "usual" 120-180 min. (aka nap attack), and so I thought I had it made in terms of having a regular night's sleep. But no; I was awake for four hours before I could get to sleep, getting some 3 hours rest in all. I even got to work early by 15 min, an unheard experience all of this year until this morning.
07-12-2018
A 3.5 hour dental surgery job this afternoon. It is called a "sinus lift" where they drill into one's jawbone and then push a membrane (sinus) away from the teeth and then insert bone graft material to then cause bone to grow in this new cavity. Which is a prerequisite for then growing sufficient bone for inserting anchors for implants once the bone graft has taken in some six months or so.
A long time horizontal in the dental chair for sure, with two people hovering over me, and also planting their knee or thigh up against me as well. (The assistant was a white Caucasian woman, and the dental surgeon was an E. Indian male). And too, wearing their funky sunglasses with blue lenses instead of my regular glasses. And why did this even attract so many fuzzy maser balls zinging around in my vision, often between me and them for the whole time? It just never let up, and after some year's of relative infrequency, the perps went berserk with this kind of invasive harassment. Sure, the Naugahyde covered chair was brown colored, and the multicultural event (one white, one brown) was also interesting from the perp perspective, or was it that human bone tissue was inserted into the cavity? And whose bone tissue, or is it an amalgam of many? Who knows, but one can be sure the perps had this one covered given their incessant games of having ambulatory couples split apart for me to walk between them, and the careful procession of selected stalkers.
Two such stalkers were a pair of negroes doing some kind of pointless troll through the drug store, crossing my path twice and paralleling me down the next aisle. I had just picked up my four Rx for the dental surgery post-operative recovery, and these, plus at least three other parties were all over my ass then. Like WTF; why is picking up an Rx such a gangstalked event? It cannot just be the post-financial transaction timing, as surely we have been through so many of these in so many circumstances for the past 16 years of this abuse-athon.
As to why this confluence of disruptions this week, and during the working day, I have no idea. Monday, all day, I was in Bellevue WA, then drove back for six hours the same day, so one day down. Then the rain came on Tuesday morning, so only a four hour work day. Then Wednesday the wax appointment lopped off 1.5 hours, and then today's dental surgery took three hours off my work day. The latter three subsequent to taking my new ADD Rx on Tuesday. And as it "happens", I am to take Friday, Saturday and Sunday off for post-operative recovery. This one was planted on me after the dental surgery today, and wasn't mentioned in advance, done like a real doctor. Full disclosure means nothing to them because they can have the medical assistant deliver the news for them. So, a totally messed up week, and I was totally screwed in thinking that I would get to make up work hours for the next three days. Well done, perps. One very expensive week, and then the screw me out of work days as well.
I saw all six episodes of Netflix' Wild, Wild Country, about the Rajneeshee takeover of Antelope OR, and the rest of the cult's aggrandizing games. One part that I don't understand is how the main operators, the Bagwan, and his right hand woman, Sheela, got off so lightly. In the latter case she was sentenced to three 20 year terms for federal offenses, and was out in 29 months. (A plea bargain deal for sure, but the evidence was very strong). And she was wanted on charges in Oregon, but when she got out of federal prison early, the federal authorities somehow "forgot" to mention that to the Oregon authorities, and by then she had scooted from the US. How convenient.
One of her criminal acts was the largest bioterrorism incident in the US; some 751 people in The Dalles were poisoned with salmonella that was cultured on the Rajneesh property in their lab. The evidence was strong, so WTF. And the bitch had the gall to say, probably after her jail time was over, "so some people got sick, people are getting sick all the time". What a huge irony it is that she now owns and runs two hospices in Switzerland. And of course she was promoting her care giving abilities in the final episode that covered her post Rajneeshee life. As to why the interviewer didn't skewer her with this monstrous incongruity I don't know. And why do the Swiss authorities let her run nursing homes with that kind of criminal background (mass poisoning), I have no idea. It just doesn't add up, but perhaps there are other legal machinations I am unaware of.
With some 5,000 of the members of the Rajneesh wearing red, maroon or pink, surely that had to be of perp interest or oversight, as they cannot get enough of clothing colors and its bioenergetic effects. Though to be fair, (with a few exceptions noted above and following) I didn't see any unconventional events or circumstances that would of tipped their hand. You know, those arranged "coincidences". But it was clear that someone gave Sheela and the Rajneeshis an excuse to arm themselves to the teeth with semi-automatic weapons and guards. Apparently, an Islamic nutter (same old story), set a bomb off in the Rajneeshee hotel in Portland OR (no one killed, ahem), and Sheela took this to be the work of the hostile locals (who she antagonized to begin with), which served as the rationale for the armament efforts.
My two main complaints with this six hour episode; what exactly were these teachings of the Bagwan that captivated so many well educated people. And also, why didn't the documentary interviewers ask questions about the incongruities of their behaviors versus their teachings? Giving an open microphone to that ever prevaricating and dissembling chameleon, Sheela, for so much air time was absurd. Ditto for Stork and Tolkes, the lawyer for the Rajneeshees. One episode should of been devoted to the experience of the followers, as it seems, it was more about separating and isolating people, and the few children there didn't fare well either.
I could go on, but the current documentary style of vapid interviewers, (if that), who cannot call these actors out on their past treachery seems over indulgent to say the least. The Rajneeshees got off lightly in this documentary; there were prior criminal activities of prostitution rings, drug running in India, and the former in California too. And the financial backers didn't get full mention; Sheela's family, heiresses of two major corporations in the US as well. Plus, the Bagwan had plenty of nasty things to say about Jews and Hitler; likely not part of his "teachings" I am sure. And too, the ALCU backed the Rajneeshees in their claim of being harassed by government authorities, also not mentioned. A good binge watching documentary, but missing some vital details, and as mentioned, there was too much ass-kissing of the perpetrators (of the day) who got obligatory crying time, a perverse high water benchmark of accomplishment in journalism these days.
Another irony demanding further inquiry that should of been directed at Jane Stork, the Australian woman who came under the Rajneeshee's and Sheela's spell, was that the cult dissuaded members from having children and called for abortions and sterilization. So Jane Stork arrived in Oregon at the Rajneeshee's commune with two children, and fully participated in the cult's organizational ambitions,intimating that she at least distanced herself from her son on more than one occasion. (As well as articulating the strident and militant Rajneeshee message at public hearings). When she finally rejected Rajneeshee-ism some years later, she stated in the documentary that the re-acceptance by her parents in Australia meant all to her, and it proved that family was all important. Quite the turnaround, which begged for some kind of interviewer question to bridge the two. Again, another case of giving the perceived victims/perpetrators too much unfettered air time gives the impression that the documentary was over indulgent, not unlike the Oregon newspapers of the day.
07-14-2017
Five good days of solid sunshine, including three for my post-operative recovery. I laid around outside yesterday, getting tanned as I haven't had a chance for a few weeks. Now Saturday, and lo, if the assholes didn't blank me out of going to the Farmer's Market downtown, something I had been planning to do.
And they didn't let me sleep at all last night, pummeling me with imagery of their imaginary characters, two of the main three having died now. Lots of funeral "footage'. And another theme that got new prominence is that the remaining character is now into managing a firm to make sea-shell material artificially, in sheets and blocks and custom shapes, quite the feat as it has never been done. And too, turning this into products with all the essential promotion that would be needed.
Also, I was pummeled with imagery of my body hairs close up, short ones that are in need of shaving or plucking. This got so invasive that I had to spin my head from side to side to eliminate them, which it did every time
Now afternoon, and I am much reduced in activity due to no sleep last night. Even these "split shift" sleeps, where have got nailed with a 2-3 hour nap attack around 1600-1900h, of the last six months, always allowed me to get to sleep around midnight. But not last night for some strange reason.
I did some reading outside in the shade of the tree, and besides these incessant maser balls flicking around, they kept grinding me with overflight noise, one single engine aircraft came over at least 6x, easily the noisiest kind of them all. Add in intervening HD noise in adjacent streets, plus a scooter that really needed to turn around outside the gate, it just seems that someone was up to their usual noise inundation games. Alternating sources of internal combustion engine noise, (from air, from the ground) is nothing new.
07-15-2018
I did my usual hike today, even if it was a little on the energetic side for post-operative surgery instructions. Yesterday's lying around was sufficient incentive, abetted by no prior sleep, been aided by other unconventional means. That meant sky clad tanning too, as I was off-trail with no one around. The "usual" (read, imposed) too-late start to hiking again, which absolutely infuriates me. They had me get up late after an almost decent night's sleep, and then get motivated to clean up the shower stall. By the time I got to the trail head it was 1200h, at least 2 hours later than I wanted. They just keep pulling this particular shit and it absolutely pisses me off.
The trail gangstalking was on the low side, save for one couple who came down the regular trail and took the route at the junction I was on. (I was outbound, so they should of just followed the route back). It was a first, but the real question remains is why do they keep showing up at trail junctions? Same old, same old; changing direction of travel is a huge deal to the perps.
Anyhow, I am too wiped out and getting too much typo sabotage to continue. Enough for the week.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Tiresome Tie-downs
03-20-2018
Somehow I cut my finger with the pruner blade (another forced fumble) just after they had been sharpened, and then they pulled a phlegm emitting cough, then pulled another bowel sensation, related to the post radio-therapy side effect issue now four months long. I find it fascinating they can script all these bodily sensations/events within a minute. This has happened in the past, again, phlegm related as it seems it can arrive in one's through without benefit of cold or any lung congestion sensation.
I then got a band-aid from my vehicle to then slow me up and the other guy caught up and then passed me when his row was shorter, so he went to the adjacent row, instead of us alternating rows. All these games over who starts what row, and the relative timing with respect to co-workers has been going on for over a decade of farm work now.
As for vineyard work and tying down; every year it is the same; this activity requiring lots of fine motor coordination gets dithered and fumbled to piss me off. In 2015 and 2016, the boss lady was a productivity maven and was on my ass both years as I wasn't fast enough. In fact it is the perp assholes who are misdirecting the tool, pulling my hand off the cane (and having it hit me in the face), moving the cane so it isn't held down, breaking the tie down wire etc., so of course it takes longer. I average about 4-6 mis-directed events per vine; sometimes the delay is minimal, sometimes longer, but it adds up when one is doing this all day long. No wonder no one gets a tying machine that would be faster, then there would be considerably less opportunity to harass the victim.
The vine on the right is pruned, but not tied down to the trellis wire, but the others are, except those of the yellowish color in the background which have not yet been pruned.
03-21-2018
Tying down, not nearly beset with forced finger fumbling as yesterday. But instead, an increase of an extant problem; the bowel damage from last fall's radiotherapy is still a problem, and was made worse today. Am I ever fed up with pissing and poo-ing problems, something the perps have hammered me with since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, nearly 16 years ago. And of course, they exploit the side effects of the radiotherapy treatment, just as I predicted. Its just that it was four months ago and should be getting better. Had I a spare $85k USD sitting around, I would of got proton beam therapy and avoided this latest exacerbation of the ongoing shit show.
03-22-2018
Can we have enough pit-lamping the victim when in his vehicle having lunch? Apparently not, as the assholes laid on two pickup trucks who offloaded insulation from a delivery truck that ferried the smaller loads to the house being built, 200m away on a muddy road. As if that wasn't obvious, one pickup was white, the other red, all in keeping with popular gangstalking vehicle color combinations. (And emulated by backup lights and brake lights on together). And to make it more obvious, one pick up truck had some items in it, and the driver placed them 6" from my parked vehicle while I was inside having lunch. One item being a ladder, an exceeding popular gangstalking accessory.
A rainy day today, on and off, and then it got serious at 1630h, just when we were about to finish up at 1700h. The boss man joined us, and we then finished tying down this block of vines. I did not have rain gear on, though a ski coat which is breaking up (somehow) held up for the most part. The driving rain of the last half hour ran through my pants, long johns, and into my boots. Well done; any earlier and I would of got my serious rain gear.
Some strange emanations are coming off this LCD display tonight, and last night. Back in 2005-2006 this was especially noticeable when I returned from a hike, usually 5 hours. They would just hammer my eyes with some kind of emanations off the LCD display to the point that I could not read it at times. Though this time, in keeping with the latest BS stream of ceasing hostilities "soon" (they say), they are winding me down, as in diminishing my level of being charged. I don't know of course, and couldn't give a shit, with the usual rejoinder of; leave me the fuck alone and everything will be just fine. Though with a lifetime of covert harassment, these assholes don't have a concept of that in the least. They keep using the word "soon" in all of this, and I keep telling them that "soon" means tomorrow to me, so quit using this ridiculous generality. After nearly 16 years of this intense abuse, aka, abuse-athon, another day of it is too much. So if they are telling me they are dialing down the irradiation (of whatever kind it is), it probably means they are really increasing it again, just like in the days of 2005-6 for increased rounds of whatever nonconsensual research they are doing. The increase in pit-lamping since early 2018 seems to support this. But as always, this is one big poker game, and the deception plan is as important as the real plan, even if I don't know the difference.
And onto the long game prediction; I see that the black colored ski jacket I purchased for winter time vineyard work is breaking up; that is, the seams are somehow wearing out and the whole thing is going to literally fall apart at the seams. So... after extensive looking at my usual sources and coming up with nothing, I go to a reputable manufacturer and find a suitable ski jacket on sale. And in three colors, and lo, if the all black version, my preferred color as the work scuzz won't show, isn't available in my size, but blue and black combination is. And lo, if it isn't the same blue as the solid color ski jacket I have for street wear. (Which was purchased for vineyard work, but I liked the color and realized that it would get scuzzed up). So it would seem they are preparing me for next year's vineyard work in the winter time by wearing a jacket that is the color combination of two of my former solid color ski jackets. All in keeping with their infernal and relentless games over which color of clothing I wear.
This jet black ski jacket has the sleeves folded together to show the wear, (imposed wear IMHO) on the sleeve seams and cuffs. The fabric is worn through where it is light colored, yet nowhere else on the garment. Can we have enough ski jacket fuckery?
03-24-2018
Can we not have enough interruption games in the morning. I am one minute into vineyard work when the boss man comes to chat about nothing much. I just get going again, with the headphones on, and my co-worker comes to work on the tying down, to then interrupt me again. So I wore my headphones at my neck, and chatted while we worked near each other as we were starting a new block. All in keeping with the perps' long running habit of interrupting me when I start a new clone or varietal block at every vineyard I have worked in the past 6 years. After a half hour of working and chatting with my co-worker, the assholes then grind me to need to take a shit, so off to the crapper I go. This is highly uncharacteristic for me to need to go then, especially of late with the 3x/evening games that have gone on since 01-2018. Two more pit lampings from traffic passing by on their way to the house construction, then I go to my vehicle after my crap to get Immodium, and lo, if there isn't the vineyard owner there putzing with the garbage cans she somehow "forgot" to attend to when she has been absolutely on top of it every time before, as the garbage cans are out when I get there every Friday morning. Then she decides to putz with the adjacent landscape plant and prunes the part that is passing through the fence. Does this intense victim coverage ever fucking end?
03-25-2018
Sunday, and I did 6 hours of work on tie-downs in the vineyard. Only because it was nice weather, unlike two days ago when the snow was flying, and the day before that, when the rain came down sideways. A relatively calm day from the gangstalking coverage, though someone next door saw fit to pit lamp me as I was leaving and was momentarily held up when finding a vine that wasn't tied down, and then attending to it for all of a minute or less. The perps' timing is impeccably precise, every time. And if they go off time, say I speed up, they will dither my fingers to then slow me down again.
A calm day in the vineyard, but the vehicular gangstalking was on in streams of black vehicles, then white ones, then black ones. They were all over my ass two nights ago when I set off to the grocery store, so it seems that vehicular gangstalking is playing big. (And exposures to headlights are inevitable).
Last night when in bed they were keeping me awake and agitated (turning over and over) and I told them out loud to let me get to sleep and leave me the fuck alone. It was most astonishing, because within two minutes they let me fall into sleep. I cannot count the number of times they have kept me up for hours, and I tell them, and scream at them, that I want to get to sleep, all to no avail. And sometimes they have me stay awake all night for whatever reason. (And I routinely don't suffer a sleep deficit either). This would be the first time EVER that they have respected my request to let me sleep.
Back in the high disruption days of 06-2003, it was very noticeable that I was being kept awake and it occurred after swimming at the pool with the swim club. I was staying at my perp abetting parents then, (somehow couldn't find a place) and after an hour of thrashing around in bed, my father would go downstairs to the half basement and putz there for a minute, and come up the stairs with someone else, either following or beside him. The configuration of the stairwell was that it passed by my bedroom (other side of the wall), turned on the main floor, and then passed underneath my bedroom. Within five minutes of these peculiar excursions, with outside "help" (gangstalking by an external operative/shill- maybe someone I would of known), I would routinely fall asleep for the night. There were at least ten of these events and they were exactly consistent. It was only in 09-2003 when the new swim club season started, and after they took my fees for the year, that it was apparent that the swim club members were gangstalking too, that is, closing in on me uncharacteristically. So I gave up that. My discussions with the treasurer of the swim club were such that I indicated that I was getting gangstalked (like I had been in Seattle), and he said "hang in there, its worth it". Not that he returned my fees of course, all in keeping with the financial screw-over component of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon.
As mentioned in prior blog postings of late, and above, I am consistently getting the "vibe" (aka, planted notions, even momentary and passing ones) that all the perp hostilities are going to cease, "soon". (Perhaps 150x/day, rather high.) Again, it is a notion that I routinely reject as I have been through many of these imposed scenarios, and all have come to naught.
Given the mouse sabotage of late on this PC, even after I cleaned it out of gobs of debris, it is time to call this posting done for the week.
Somehow I cut my finger with the pruner blade (another forced fumble) just after they had been sharpened, and then they pulled a phlegm emitting cough, then pulled another bowel sensation, related to the post radio-therapy side effect issue now four months long. I find it fascinating they can script all these bodily sensations/events within a minute. This has happened in the past, again, phlegm related as it seems it can arrive in one's through without benefit of cold or any lung congestion sensation.
I then got a band-aid from my vehicle to then slow me up and the other guy caught up and then passed me when his row was shorter, so he went to the adjacent row, instead of us alternating rows. All these games over who starts what row, and the relative timing with respect to co-workers has been going on for over a decade of farm work now.
As for vineyard work and tying down; every year it is the same; this activity requiring lots of fine motor coordination gets dithered and fumbled to piss me off. In 2015 and 2016, the boss lady was a productivity maven and was on my ass both years as I wasn't fast enough. In fact it is the perp assholes who are misdirecting the tool, pulling my hand off the cane (and having it hit me in the face), moving the cane so it isn't held down, breaking the tie down wire etc., so of course it takes longer. I average about 4-6 mis-directed events per vine; sometimes the delay is minimal, sometimes longer, but it adds up when one is doing this all day long. No wonder no one gets a tying machine that would be faster, then there would be considerably less opportunity to harass the victim.
03-21-2018
Tying down, not nearly beset with forced finger fumbling as yesterday. But instead, an increase of an extant problem; the bowel damage from last fall's radiotherapy is still a problem, and was made worse today. Am I ever fed up with pissing and poo-ing problems, something the perps have hammered me with since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, nearly 16 years ago. And of course, they exploit the side effects of the radiotherapy treatment, just as I predicted. Its just that it was four months ago and should be getting better. Had I a spare $85k USD sitting around, I would of got proton beam therapy and avoided this latest exacerbation of the ongoing shit show.
03-22-2018
Can we have enough pit-lamping the victim when in his vehicle having lunch? Apparently not, as the assholes laid on two pickup trucks who offloaded insulation from a delivery truck that ferried the smaller loads to the house being built, 200m away on a muddy road. As if that wasn't obvious, one pickup was white, the other red, all in keeping with popular gangstalking vehicle color combinations. (And emulated by backup lights and brake lights on together). And to make it more obvious, one pick up truck had some items in it, and the driver placed them 6" from my parked vehicle while I was inside having lunch. One item being a ladder, an exceeding popular gangstalking accessory.
A rainy day today, on and off, and then it got serious at 1630h, just when we were about to finish up at 1700h. The boss man joined us, and we then finished tying down this block of vines. I did not have rain gear on, though a ski coat which is breaking up (somehow) held up for the most part. The driving rain of the last half hour ran through my pants, long johns, and into my boots. Well done; any earlier and I would of got my serious rain gear.
Some strange emanations are coming off this LCD display tonight, and last night. Back in 2005-2006 this was especially noticeable when I returned from a hike, usually 5 hours. They would just hammer my eyes with some kind of emanations off the LCD display to the point that I could not read it at times. Though this time, in keeping with the latest BS stream of ceasing hostilities "soon" (they say), they are winding me down, as in diminishing my level of being charged. I don't know of course, and couldn't give a shit, with the usual rejoinder of; leave me the fuck alone and everything will be just fine. Though with a lifetime of covert harassment, these assholes don't have a concept of that in the least. They keep using the word "soon" in all of this, and I keep telling them that "soon" means tomorrow to me, so quit using this ridiculous generality. After nearly 16 years of this intense abuse, aka, abuse-athon, another day of it is too much. So if they are telling me they are dialing down the irradiation (of whatever kind it is), it probably means they are really increasing it again, just like in the days of 2005-6 for increased rounds of whatever nonconsensual research they are doing. The increase in pit-lamping since early 2018 seems to support this. But as always, this is one big poker game, and the deception plan is as important as the real plan, even if I don't know the difference.
And onto the long game prediction; I see that the black colored ski jacket I purchased for winter time vineyard work is breaking up; that is, the seams are somehow wearing out and the whole thing is going to literally fall apart at the seams. So... after extensive looking at my usual sources and coming up with nothing, I go to a reputable manufacturer and find a suitable ski jacket on sale. And in three colors, and lo, if the all black version, my preferred color as the work scuzz won't show, isn't available in my size, but blue and black combination is. And lo, if it isn't the same blue as the solid color ski jacket I have for street wear. (Which was purchased for vineyard work, but I liked the color and realized that it would get scuzzed up). So it would seem they are preparing me for next year's vineyard work in the winter time by wearing a jacket that is the color combination of two of my former solid color ski jackets. All in keeping with their infernal and relentless games over which color of clothing I wear.
03-24-2018
Can we not have enough interruption games in the morning. I am one minute into vineyard work when the boss man comes to chat about nothing much. I just get going again, with the headphones on, and my co-worker comes to work on the tying down, to then interrupt me again. So I wore my headphones at my neck, and chatted while we worked near each other as we were starting a new block. All in keeping with the perps' long running habit of interrupting me when I start a new clone or varietal block at every vineyard I have worked in the past 6 years. After a half hour of working and chatting with my co-worker, the assholes then grind me to need to take a shit, so off to the crapper I go. This is highly uncharacteristic for me to need to go then, especially of late with the 3x/evening games that have gone on since 01-2018. Two more pit lampings from traffic passing by on their way to the house construction, then I go to my vehicle after my crap to get Immodium, and lo, if there isn't the vineyard owner there putzing with the garbage cans she somehow "forgot" to attend to when she has been absolutely on top of it every time before, as the garbage cans are out when I get there every Friday morning. Then she decides to putz with the adjacent landscape plant and prunes the part that is passing through the fence. Does this intense victim coverage ever fucking end?
03-25-2018
Sunday, and I did 6 hours of work on tie-downs in the vineyard. Only because it was nice weather, unlike two days ago when the snow was flying, and the day before that, when the rain came down sideways. A relatively calm day from the gangstalking coverage, though someone next door saw fit to pit lamp me as I was leaving and was momentarily held up when finding a vine that wasn't tied down, and then attending to it for all of a minute or less. The perps' timing is impeccably precise, every time. And if they go off time, say I speed up, they will dither my fingers to then slow me down again.
A calm day in the vineyard, but the vehicular gangstalking was on in streams of black vehicles, then white ones, then black ones. They were all over my ass two nights ago when I set off to the grocery store, so it seems that vehicular gangstalking is playing big. (And exposures to headlights are inevitable).
Last night when in bed they were keeping me awake and agitated (turning over and over) and I told them out loud to let me get to sleep and leave me the fuck alone. It was most astonishing, because within two minutes they let me fall into sleep. I cannot count the number of times they have kept me up for hours, and I tell them, and scream at them, that I want to get to sleep, all to no avail. And sometimes they have me stay awake all night for whatever reason. (And I routinely don't suffer a sleep deficit either). This would be the first time EVER that they have respected my request to let me sleep.
Back in the high disruption days of 06-2003, it was very noticeable that I was being kept awake and it occurred after swimming at the pool with the swim club. I was staying at my perp abetting parents then, (somehow couldn't find a place) and after an hour of thrashing around in bed, my father would go downstairs to the half basement and putz there for a minute, and come up the stairs with someone else, either following or beside him. The configuration of the stairwell was that it passed by my bedroom (other side of the wall), turned on the main floor, and then passed underneath my bedroom. Within five minutes of these peculiar excursions, with outside "help" (gangstalking by an external operative/shill- maybe someone I would of known), I would routinely fall asleep for the night. There were at least ten of these events and they were exactly consistent. It was only in 09-2003 when the new swim club season started, and after they took my fees for the year, that it was apparent that the swim club members were gangstalking too, that is, closing in on me uncharacteristically. So I gave up that. My discussions with the treasurer of the swim club were such that I indicated that I was getting gangstalked (like I had been in Seattle), and he said "hang in there, its worth it". Not that he returned my fees of course, all in keeping with the financial screw-over component of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon.
As mentioned in prior blog postings of late, and above, I am consistently getting the "vibe" (aka, planted notions, even momentary and passing ones) that all the perp hostilities are going to cease, "soon". (Perhaps 150x/day, rather high.) Again, it is a notion that I routinely reject as I have been through many of these imposed scenarios, and all have come to naught.
Given the mouse sabotage of late on this PC, even after I cleaned it out of gobs of debris, it is time to call this posting done for the week.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
No Sleep and Full On Noise
1025h
A classic Monday night jerkaround, keeping me awake for hours, starting dude talk at 0300h, and then keeping me in a light REM sleep until getting me up with a noise barrage from outside, that continues even now. Once the earmuffs have been on my head for two hours or so, the vacuuming starts outside my door, having me take the earmuffs off, and then it stops, for yet more hallway chat noise. Then this vacuuming/chat cycle continues for another round as I write this. As part of the ongoing noise and vibration games, the assholes also put on the overhead rumbling noises at 0100h, with some light body zapping simultaneously.
And at least 30 screaming rage-fications this morning while having breakfast, showering, shaving and then doing dental hygiene. They cannot get enough disruption in after a sleepless night. The usual pattern of this insane abusive fuckery.
1055h
Two more on-off cycles of the vacuum cleaning with an interim chat session in the hallway. Never was vacuum cleaning so vital as today, when there was none for months at a time, along with interspersing this bullshit voice-overs, indistinct diction, but ensuring that the voice processing part of one's brain, the amygdala, is stimulated, now cycling with new-found vacuum intensity. Now, up to five on-off cycles; most cleaners would get fired for taking 30 minutes and interim chatting to get 100' of hallway done. Been a cleaner, as part of the vocational jerkarounds, so I should know. Back in 2004 to 2005, the assholes would vacuum outside my door at least 4x/week, and even twice per day sometimes. What is it about vacuuming that is so important to the assholes, from 3x/year public drains work, the "suck trucks", to excessive numbers of mobile vacuum carpet cleaning operations, to this bullshit that has re-started in the adjacent hallway, unlike the past three years in this place?
1955h
A shut-in day today, having a motivational lapse, and no pressing items to get. A one hour nap at 1530h, again timed to have me put on my dark green sweater over my olive drab color T-shirt, a combination they like to test when napping, or immediately afterward. They can force sweater wearing by chilling me down, and it can erupt before a nap (like today) or afterwards, (as in two past occurences this month). Then my mother phones just before I was to get up, hastening getting across the room to deal with that EM intrusion device next to my ear, aka, phone, even if a landline one. The timing of phone calls is often tied to key perp intrusion moments.
I did get an earlier phone call when reading the book, The Dark Side of Camelot, from an out-of-town recruiter who was looking for a QA tester in this town, strangely. I got the "will call back" rejoinder, which if it is like the past few, it means done with, as in no return call. I haven't figured out why they put me through these fake job scenarios, and I suspect that many of these jobs don't really exist, but are teasers that are related to my past expericence and interests. Even vineyard laborer jobs are interesting to me, having made quality wines for 20 year, but no responses from these either, even with farmwork experience. Most of the businesses nearby have advertised at least once or more, possibly as teasers to feature themselves in an online job board or newspaper ad situation, increasing the "exposures type" count, say, reading the sign from the street, seeing a review or ad in the paper, then online, and then in the news on TV and so it goes, all these mandated and orchestrated exposures of business names, especially ones that are familiar to me.
There is something peculiar about person names too, that the perps go silly over, and have continually fucked me from remembering names when introduced. Then when I know the name, they will sometimes remotely cinch my throat up as I am about to say the name, to ensure that it is pronounced in a garbled manner. Hard to say what it is about freaking names they find so interesting, but there is a long history of people comparing me to Howard Hughes (no relation) or purposely getting my name wrong. So I suppose this bullshit has also to play out in 2011, maybe while doing farm work again.
2350h
Music sample listening tonight; more finds in the female vocal jazz theme; Barbara Jungr, Hilary Kole, and Judith Owen. Ok for an evening. All the while outside noise comes through for my Windows select, copy, cut and pastes, as well as timed for bookmarking the album.
Blogging out for today.
A classic Monday night jerkaround, keeping me awake for hours, starting dude talk at 0300h, and then keeping me in a light REM sleep until getting me up with a noise barrage from outside, that continues even now. Once the earmuffs have been on my head for two hours or so, the vacuuming starts outside my door, having me take the earmuffs off, and then it stops, for yet more hallway chat noise. Then this vacuuming/chat cycle continues for another round as I write this. As part of the ongoing noise and vibration games, the assholes also put on the overhead rumbling noises at 0100h, with some light body zapping simultaneously.
And at least 30 screaming rage-fications this morning while having breakfast, showering, shaving and then doing dental hygiene. They cannot get enough disruption in after a sleepless night. The usual pattern of this insane abusive fuckery.
1055h
Two more on-off cycles of the vacuum cleaning with an interim chat session in the hallway. Never was vacuum cleaning so vital as today, when there was none for months at a time, along with interspersing this bullshit voice-overs, indistinct diction, but ensuring that the voice processing part of one's brain, the amygdala, is stimulated, now cycling with new-found vacuum intensity. Now, up to five on-off cycles; most cleaners would get fired for taking 30 minutes and interim chatting to get 100' of hallway done. Been a cleaner, as part of the vocational jerkarounds, so I should know. Back in 2004 to 2005, the assholes would vacuum outside my door at least 4x/week, and even twice per day sometimes. What is it about vacuuming that is so important to the assholes, from 3x/year public drains work, the "suck trucks", to excessive numbers of mobile vacuum carpet cleaning operations, to this bullshit that has re-started in the adjacent hallway, unlike the past three years in this place?
1955h
A shut-in day today, having a motivational lapse, and no pressing items to get. A one hour nap at 1530h, again timed to have me put on my dark green sweater over my olive drab color T-shirt, a combination they like to test when napping, or immediately afterward. They can force sweater wearing by chilling me down, and it can erupt before a nap (like today) or afterwards, (as in two past occurences this month). Then my mother phones just before I was to get up, hastening getting across the room to deal with that EM intrusion device next to my ear, aka, phone, even if a landline one. The timing of phone calls is often tied to key perp intrusion moments.
I did get an earlier phone call when reading the book, The Dark Side of Camelot, from an out-of-town recruiter who was looking for a QA tester in this town, strangely. I got the "will call back" rejoinder, which if it is like the past few, it means done with, as in no return call. I haven't figured out why they put me through these fake job scenarios, and I suspect that many of these jobs don't really exist, but are teasers that are related to my past expericence and interests. Even vineyard laborer jobs are interesting to me, having made quality wines for 20 year, but no responses from these either, even with farmwork experience. Most of the businesses nearby have advertised at least once or more, possibly as teasers to feature themselves in an online job board or newspaper ad situation, increasing the "exposures type" count, say, reading the sign from the street, seeing a review or ad in the paper, then online, and then in the news on TV and so it goes, all these mandated and orchestrated exposures of business names, especially ones that are familiar to me.
There is something peculiar about person names too, that the perps go silly over, and have continually fucked me from remembering names when introduced. Then when I know the name, they will sometimes remotely cinch my throat up as I am about to say the name, to ensure that it is pronounced in a garbled manner. Hard to say what it is about freaking names they find so interesting, but there is a long history of people comparing me to Howard Hughes (no relation) or purposely getting my name wrong. So I suppose this bullshit has also to play out in 2011, maybe while doing farm work again.
2350h
Music sample listening tonight; more finds in the female vocal jazz theme; Barbara Jungr, Hilary Kole, and Judith Owen. Ok for an evening. All the while outside noise comes through for my Windows select, copy, cut and pastes, as well as timed for bookmarking the album.
Blogging out for today.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday Level of Abuse on Wednesday
1110h
This is the first day back at my place from a First Feral Family stayover, a rare two day one that took me to Tuesday because of a larger garden work backlog and some decent weather to permit me to get it done. The rain started up last night and is still going this morning, but that didn't stop the over-extended brake noise groaning from going on this morning, as all other brake noise stops when the roads are wet, as it does in conventional reality. And a winter time dinginess has come upon this apartment, the first round evident when I came back from the laundry room with the cleaned-again shower curtain, and then another increment of dinginess evident when I exited the bathroom after hanging up the curtain.
The shower curtain was laundered three days ago with a modicum of other laundry, and today I discover that there was this blue film of lint on it, somehow missing this when hanging it up then. Then I discover it today, when about to take a shower, and then later change into the very pair of jeans that accompanied the first shower curtain laundering. I have never had blue lint coming off jeans in all my life, but somehow it just erupts every now and again, forcing a re-laundering of the linted item. And "somehow" I forgot to add the towel into the laundry load, as had just been placed in the laundry basket.
A high abuse morning so far, with constant aggravations to keep me riled up and vocalizing my exasperation. Extra planted noises from placing objects down or picking them up, self-hopping crumbs, extra crumbs from nowhere, touches from nowhere, and the assholes even teleporting saliva from my mouth to have it drool down my lip and onto the edge of the cereal bowl where some landed on the inside vertical portion and some landed on the outside, opposite. I swear my mouth did not open to allow the salivia to excape as I am extremely aware of just these very circumstances having been screwed so many times before. But somehow, a considerable amount just erupted at my lip and fell down to split over the bowl edge to then fall on either side of the vertical portion. Astounding drooling precision of a kind never experienced before the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
And the fourth round of fix-and-fuck on the toilet flushing has just transpired; this is the incomplete flushing problem that erupted some 5 weeks ago, and first fixed by the manager after a week of the first complaint. The arranged problem forces me to keep the lever depressed until the water and contents have flushed, and the sickos' rationale seems to be to keep me captive to the color changes in the flushing toilet. It isn't good enough that I am allowed to walk away from a flushing toilet like the rest of the world in their insane take on what they want from me.
And another semi-sleepless night, like the one before at the First Feral Family home. The assholes pound me with thoughts one on top of the other, no thought threads for longer than four seconds before another, and usually irrelevant one, intrudes and takes over. I have never had this level of thought scrambling in my entire life at anytime of the day, and now, it erupts twice in two days, once at two locations. They keep me up with this for at least two hours before allowing sleep, and then pull the same stunt again before getting up. I don't expect to be any bit tired from the lack of sleep as it has never happened for all the sleep incursions and disruptions they have brought on.
1320h
The dinge lightened up a little, no lights on at present, though I did at lunch. Then instant I placed a kiwi fruit in my mouth and began tearing at it with my teeth to remove a portion, a vehicle outside began honking its horn for an extended duration of some 8 to 10 seconds, just to make sure that momentous moment of color change in my mouth was covered by that particular noise. This isn't the first time this has happened for kiwi fruit, maybe the 100th, but the most obvious. Eating chocolate gets the same treatment, likely over 500 such events in all the 8 years of this insane abuse. Noise events while food is placed in my mouth, while chewing, when food passes from my teeth to my tongue and while on my tongue number in the high hundreds. They "got me" with noise this morning just as a swirl of coffee displaced the chocolate, a "brown for brown" swap if you will. And make no mistake, brown variants and brown color switching, be it vehicles, gangstalker clothing, web pages, what I touch or whatever has increased all round. The FFF television was inundated with brown negro skinheaded males, including the freak national news (The National) anchorman of the CBC for the latter two nights I stayed there. I couldn't bear to watch the dude, and they had me looking away and then forcing me into subsecond glimpses to see the same freak again.
1350h
A simple Newegg order online turns into a big Fuckover scene. The assholes stopped the transaction totally dead and wouldn't allow the checkout process to proceed, even with all the boxes filled in, and filled in again. Fucking insane that I cannot be allowed to purchase what and when and where I want. Naturally. sort of, the overhead noise started up, the rumbling coming through at the moment of desperation in removing the leading "1" from the credit card phone number, supplied by retaining the information of a past order. No email to determine what in the fuck went wrong. Try again another time, and see what happens. Endless and insane jerking around over every last step of every last financial transaction I make, from coin machines on up.
1630h
Following the above obstructed Newegg order the sickos had me shut down the PC, read a book (a very rare event) for 30 minutes in the prone position on my bed, have tea and chocolate, and then a forced crap with some extra games to ensure I was vocalizing my exasperation. Nothing is allowed to be straightforward, not even keystroking, turning a page in a book or turning a lightswitch off or on. And it seems like the order did not go through. It was for an Asus U3S6 card to go into my PC, and it is an upgrade to permit USB 3 and STAT 6 standards on a older PC. I have been in contact with Asus as to why my motherboard isn't on the approved motherboard list, and have been jerked around for the last week, twice reminding the email contact that he hadn't answered my question. So I suppose the sickos thought they had built up some "adversity momentum" over this particular PC adaptor card, and somehow felt justified in cranking up the ordering adversity as well. Fucking bizarre to say the least, and proof that they are fucking nuts.
1700h
Another round of fuckery over per above order, attempting again while in contact with a customer service rep via a live session. More form filling, more password entry, and still she couldn't do anything, and even asking for information she couldn't use. Finally, the old excuse of the "browser problem" came to mind, and so a third round in IE, this time with extra colored lines and buttons, all of which was stripped out of Firefox. I suppose the assholes don't want me to see screen features when I am ordering online as this is not the first time this has happened. Plenty of additional noises going on while the assholes were jerking me around, all part of tne noisescape. And also, the assholes had me use the Windows snipping tool, and somehow the saved file got lost, forcing me to go through with this again, which was complicated by the fact that they added pop-up boxes over what I was intending to snip, and they even added a phone call interuption of someon offering a free cell phone for some bizarre reason.
1820h
Dinner was made from scratch tonight, always a big deal as they lay on the extra telekinetic abuse more, especially when they have been aggravating me all day. The big deal for the sickos that I swapped cleaning sponges tonight, along with replacing the dish detergent in mid use. The green cleaning sponge was used to flash me with green plasma so enough of that, so out it went, along with the other new one, and both ended up in the garbage together. The new blue ones didn't have the scrubbing surface I expected, and it is a lighter blue, instead of the dark blue. (These are 3M pads with a sponge and a scouring pad both). They had the dishes cleaned with the last of the dishes detergent, and then had me clean the counter, stovetop and table top with the new sponge and a dab from the new dishes detergent on it, what I usually do. That might sound all to prosaic, but I have come to know that cleaning dishes and counters is of intense interest, and to remind new readers they even had me do a part time cleaning job for 8 months last year, such is their interest in cleaning.
That part time cleaning job was at a car dealership, and I ended up getting a discount on car cleaning supplies in my last week there 07-2009. This was for my mother's vehicle, and she never got to cleaning her vehicle or using the supplies. And lo, if my daughter didn't come by yesterday to my mother's place, while I was still there, to clean the vehicle, using said supplies for the first time. It just goes to show how much planning the perps do, and their insane need to have things lie "fallow", purchased, stored in a typical location but remaining unused. And then, to have a surrogate, my daughter, to use the cleaning supplies. Go figure.
1930h
I see the font sizes have gone smaller after a read of a PDF file at 200% oversize. I don't seem to be allowed controlled font size with my browser, as in me controlling it. The assholes even made me sneeze, having me turn my head away, and at the moment of sneezing and not looking at the 200% sized text, they planted subsized 30% sized text in my vision. They needed font-sneeze test combination and duly planted it following a 10 minut duration of oversized text reading. Maybe there is more to the allowed book reading this afternoon that just getting me to sit/lie down somewhere else. And even other browser tabs and this page are suddenly shrunk down in font size and the browser zoom doesn't work. Funny how all that happens, a sudden font size decrease after reading oversized font. For the record, it is about Miracle Mineral Supplement, which might be a technical mineral, as it is sodium chlorite, also known as Stabilized Oxygen in a lower concentration formulation. It is said to be one of the most potent anti-pathogenic oxidizing agents going, and is pathogen specific, and doesn't harm healthy cells. An interesting read if you follow the video, and then the links. It can work against nearly all microbes and viral agents, and can be cheaply acquired. His claim is that he doesn't have a million bucks to do FDA triple blind testing, and he also claims that the FDA executive is a revolving door for the drug companies to give to their top personnel for sabbaticals. I wouldn't doubt it, and their apparent new powers to shut down supplements and to have them submit for testing is another outrage they have yet to fully perpetrate. Click on the video at the link for the project Camelot Portal interview, though over an hour long. I don't have any interest in this except to disseminate what seems to be like exceptional information that one can readily act on if need be. Though for us TI's, in the cross hairs of strange irradiative beams, the perps might want to turn up the power to counter whatever healing can take place. I have had some wicked flues in the long past, and I always wondered how I got them, and how it was that their timing was so coincidental to important meetings or other seminal events like a new dog arriving at the house.
2215h
A video listen of Marcia Schafer, a contactee and psychic, tonight, along with noise outside to "accompany me" in listening, one hour. Reading got shut down after my evening tea break, including online; the text started to jump and vibrate. There must be over a hundred ways to screw someone out of reading; cognitive impairments, demotivation, and good old technical fuckery if online. Her book book, Confessions of an Intergalactic Anthropologist, (site) is highly regarded, though I haven't read it.
And what is with the dude talk outside my apartment dude today? Now at least 10 "happenings", lasting 5 to 12 seconds.
This one is done for today, and hopefully I can get some real sleep tonight.
This is the first day back at my place from a First Feral Family stayover, a rare two day one that took me to Tuesday because of a larger garden work backlog and some decent weather to permit me to get it done. The rain started up last night and is still going this morning, but that didn't stop the over-extended brake noise groaning from going on this morning, as all other brake noise stops when the roads are wet, as it does in conventional reality. And a winter time dinginess has come upon this apartment, the first round evident when I came back from the laundry room with the cleaned-again shower curtain, and then another increment of dinginess evident when I exited the bathroom after hanging up the curtain.
The shower curtain was laundered three days ago with a modicum of other laundry, and today I discover that there was this blue film of lint on it, somehow missing this when hanging it up then. Then I discover it today, when about to take a shower, and then later change into the very pair of jeans that accompanied the first shower curtain laundering. I have never had blue lint coming off jeans in all my life, but somehow it just erupts every now and again, forcing a re-laundering of the linted item. And "somehow" I forgot to add the towel into the laundry load, as had just been placed in the laundry basket.
A high abuse morning so far, with constant aggravations to keep me riled up and vocalizing my exasperation. Extra planted noises from placing objects down or picking them up, self-hopping crumbs, extra crumbs from nowhere, touches from nowhere, and the assholes even teleporting saliva from my mouth to have it drool down my lip and onto the edge of the cereal bowl where some landed on the inside vertical portion and some landed on the outside, opposite. I swear my mouth did not open to allow the salivia to excape as I am extremely aware of just these very circumstances having been screwed so many times before. But somehow, a considerable amount just erupted at my lip and fell down to split over the bowl edge to then fall on either side of the vertical portion. Astounding drooling precision of a kind never experienced before the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
And the fourth round of fix-and-fuck on the toilet flushing has just transpired; this is the incomplete flushing problem that erupted some 5 weeks ago, and first fixed by the manager after a week of the first complaint. The arranged problem forces me to keep the lever depressed until the water and contents have flushed, and the sickos' rationale seems to be to keep me captive to the color changes in the flushing toilet. It isn't good enough that I am allowed to walk away from a flushing toilet like the rest of the world in their insane take on what they want from me.
And another semi-sleepless night, like the one before at the First Feral Family home. The assholes pound me with thoughts one on top of the other, no thought threads for longer than four seconds before another, and usually irrelevant one, intrudes and takes over. I have never had this level of thought scrambling in my entire life at anytime of the day, and now, it erupts twice in two days, once at two locations. They keep me up with this for at least two hours before allowing sleep, and then pull the same stunt again before getting up. I don't expect to be any bit tired from the lack of sleep as it has never happened for all the sleep incursions and disruptions they have brought on.
1320h
The dinge lightened up a little, no lights on at present, though I did at lunch. Then instant I placed a kiwi fruit in my mouth and began tearing at it with my teeth to remove a portion, a vehicle outside began honking its horn for an extended duration of some 8 to 10 seconds, just to make sure that momentous moment of color change in my mouth was covered by that particular noise. This isn't the first time this has happened for kiwi fruit, maybe the 100th, but the most obvious. Eating chocolate gets the same treatment, likely over 500 such events in all the 8 years of this insane abuse. Noise events while food is placed in my mouth, while chewing, when food passes from my teeth to my tongue and while on my tongue number in the high hundreds. They "got me" with noise this morning just as a swirl of coffee displaced the chocolate, a "brown for brown" swap if you will. And make no mistake, brown variants and brown color switching, be it vehicles, gangstalker clothing, web pages, what I touch or whatever has increased all round. The FFF television was inundated with brown negro skinheaded males, including the freak national news (The National) anchorman of the CBC for the latter two nights I stayed there. I couldn't bear to watch the dude, and they had me looking away and then forcing me into subsecond glimpses to see the same freak again.
1350h
A simple Newegg order online turns into a big Fuckover scene. The assholes stopped the transaction totally dead and wouldn't allow the checkout process to proceed, even with all the boxes filled in, and filled in again. Fucking insane that I cannot be allowed to purchase what and when and where I want. Naturally. sort of, the overhead noise started up, the rumbling coming through at the moment of desperation in removing the leading "1" from the credit card phone number, supplied by retaining the information of a past order. No email to determine what in the fuck went wrong. Try again another time, and see what happens. Endless and insane jerking around over every last step of every last financial transaction I make, from coin machines on up.
1630h
Following the above obstructed Newegg order the sickos had me shut down the PC, read a book (a very rare event) for 30 minutes in the prone position on my bed, have tea and chocolate, and then a forced crap with some extra games to ensure I was vocalizing my exasperation. Nothing is allowed to be straightforward, not even keystroking, turning a page in a book or turning a lightswitch off or on. And it seems like the order did not go through. It was for an Asus U3S6 card to go into my PC, and it is an upgrade to permit USB 3 and STAT 6 standards on a older PC. I have been in contact with Asus as to why my motherboard isn't on the approved motherboard list, and have been jerked around for the last week, twice reminding the email contact that he hadn't answered my question. So I suppose the sickos thought they had built up some "adversity momentum" over this particular PC adaptor card, and somehow felt justified in cranking up the ordering adversity as well. Fucking bizarre to say the least, and proof that they are fucking nuts.
1700h
Another round of fuckery over per above order, attempting again while in contact with a customer service rep via a live session. More form filling, more password entry, and still she couldn't do anything, and even asking for information she couldn't use. Finally, the old excuse of the "browser problem" came to mind, and so a third round in IE, this time with extra colored lines and buttons, all of which was stripped out of Firefox. I suppose the assholes don't want me to see screen features when I am ordering online as this is not the first time this has happened. Plenty of additional noises going on while the assholes were jerking me around, all part of tne noisescape. And also, the assholes had me use the Windows snipping tool, and somehow the saved file got lost, forcing me to go through with this again, which was complicated by the fact that they added pop-up boxes over what I was intending to snip, and they even added a phone call interuption of someon offering a free cell phone for some bizarre reason.
1820h
Dinner was made from scratch tonight, always a big deal as they lay on the extra telekinetic abuse more, especially when they have been aggravating me all day. The big deal for the sickos that I swapped cleaning sponges tonight, along with replacing the dish detergent in mid use. The green cleaning sponge was used to flash me with green plasma so enough of that, so out it went, along with the other new one, and both ended up in the garbage together. The new blue ones didn't have the scrubbing surface I expected, and it is a lighter blue, instead of the dark blue. (These are 3M pads with a sponge and a scouring pad both). They had the dishes cleaned with the last of the dishes detergent, and then had me clean the counter, stovetop and table top with the new sponge and a dab from the new dishes detergent on it, what I usually do. That might sound all to prosaic, but I have come to know that cleaning dishes and counters is of intense interest, and to remind new readers they even had me do a part time cleaning job for 8 months last year, such is their interest in cleaning.
That part time cleaning job was at a car dealership, and I ended up getting a discount on car cleaning supplies in my last week there 07-2009. This was for my mother's vehicle, and she never got to cleaning her vehicle or using the supplies. And lo, if my daughter didn't come by yesterday to my mother's place, while I was still there, to clean the vehicle, using said supplies for the first time. It just goes to show how much planning the perps do, and their insane need to have things lie "fallow", purchased, stored in a typical location but remaining unused. And then, to have a surrogate, my daughter, to use the cleaning supplies. Go figure.
1930h
I see the font sizes have gone smaller after a read of a PDF file at 200% oversize. I don't seem to be allowed controlled font size with my browser, as in me controlling it. The assholes even made me sneeze, having me turn my head away, and at the moment of sneezing and not looking at the 200% sized text, they planted subsized 30% sized text in my vision. They needed font-sneeze test combination and duly planted it following a 10 minut duration of oversized text reading. Maybe there is more to the allowed book reading this afternoon that just getting me to sit/lie down somewhere else. And even other browser tabs and this page are suddenly shrunk down in font size and the browser zoom doesn't work. Funny how all that happens, a sudden font size decrease after reading oversized font. For the record, it is about Miracle Mineral Supplement, which might be a technical mineral, as it is sodium chlorite, also known as Stabilized Oxygen in a lower concentration formulation. It is said to be one of the most potent anti-pathogenic oxidizing agents going, and is pathogen specific, and doesn't harm healthy cells. An interesting read if you follow the video, and then the links. It can work against nearly all microbes and viral agents, and can be cheaply acquired. His claim is that he doesn't have a million bucks to do FDA triple blind testing, and he also claims that the FDA executive is a revolving door for the drug companies to give to their top personnel for sabbaticals. I wouldn't doubt it, and their apparent new powers to shut down supplements and to have them submit for testing is another outrage they have yet to fully perpetrate. Click on the video at the link for the project Camelot Portal interview, though over an hour long. I don't have any interest in this except to disseminate what seems to be like exceptional information that one can readily act on if need be. Though for us TI's, in the cross hairs of strange irradiative beams, the perps might want to turn up the power to counter whatever healing can take place. I have had some wicked flues in the long past, and I always wondered how I got them, and how it was that their timing was so coincidental to important meetings or other seminal events like a new dog arriving at the house.
2215h
A video listen of Marcia Schafer, a contactee and psychic, tonight, along with noise outside to "accompany me" in listening, one hour. Reading got shut down after my evening tea break, including online; the text started to jump and vibrate. There must be over a hundred ways to screw someone out of reading; cognitive impairments, demotivation, and good old technical fuckery if online. Her book book, Confessions of an Intergalactic Anthropologist, (site) is highly regarded, though I haven't read it.
And what is with the dude talk outside my apartment dude today? Now at least 10 "happenings", lasting 5 to 12 seconds.
This one is done for today, and hopefully I can get some real sleep tonight.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Yoga and All That
1645h
A yoga day today, always a big deal for my tormentors with the spinal twisting, leg openings, and stretches. I suspect that the nut shave last night using a black colored plastic razor insert might have been the real interest for the extended crotch stretches, aka "hip openers" today. One pose even had my nuts resting on one heel, so that must of been very interesting for them. They put the grotesque negro woman next to me today, a first, as they usually park her as far as away as possible. And a pre-class blonde visitation, doing the "lost item" look, but was about the most pathetic example I have seen of someone looking for something they lost in the room the day before. Ever seen a laid back vague and wandering search for a specific missing item? Not until today.
And they were busy preparing me for the day as well; a near sleepless night (it seemed) last night with the sickos playing this professional baseball player theme in mind, and it was also in place during a light REM sleep for at least two hours before I got up at 0730h. All the while, for all sleeplessness periods, they put on the "dude chat", a background noise of male voice, one or two, and not loud enough to make out the words. This particular background noise has been consistent for the past week and they also put it on for my tea and chocolate break this afternoon, and having me eat two 100g bars. Suffice to say, I am fed up with this mind-fuck "habit" of eating chocolate at all, never mind the $250/month "habit" it has become, all to further the perps' brown color research, the chocolate in one's mouth being less than an inch from ones' brain, the site of their remotely sensed nonconsensual human research. For those unfamiliar with this state of cognitive invasion, they presently, routinely demotivate me, as well as make me zone out over initiating habitual activities, and another prominent example is sending me to the wrong drawer or cupboard for a given item. And the cognitive containment and harassment gets worse from there, visual field disruption being highly disrupted of late.
I had my usual consort of gangstalkers going to and from yoga today, a 10 minute walk at best. No military personnel this time, but they got busy on street paving today, in place outside the apartment building entrance even, having dug up 4'x10' patches in mid street for no seeming reason, and were ready in wait for me. The asphalt delievery truck was sitting at the curb for me to pass by, and they had at least one new patch at the curb for me to hop over. This is the third such application to this same corner they re-worked about two years ago, having patched it twice but roughly in two lifts. Today, they decided to add a third covering patch to smooth it out. And the asphalt patching personnel were ready too. one lounging against the side of a vehicle, the others putzing about in dayglo colors. When I came back, they hadn't done a freaking thing, and the asphalt delivery truck was gone, with no other vehicles parked there. I couldn't believe it. All "dressed up" for doing a pointless asphalt patching job with half the street bounded off, and they are gone when I came back, having done nothing. I suppose they wanted me to pass by (within 10' to 20') of their tar covered patches in the road, new tar (petroleum product) over the old surface (a 3" deep grinding out of the extant surface) in both directions. The goofy 3' high yellow plastic warning bollards were also out for me to pass between, a "warning" for the window washers working at height above, though none observed. Regular readers will know that I am routinely hounded over petroleum products and all public space applied surfaces, asphalt and concrete, and the interface of the two. They just cannot get enough of selectively introducing me to these, in combination, and very often like to expose me to old surfaces (grinding, breaking up or digging down), and new tar and asphalt. They have done no end of like street works, sometimes needless as I have observed, for me to pass over a new section of concrete laid in an old sidewalk. And on my way to yoga I also got to walk over a mid-street ditching job covered in the 1" steel plate, another variant to these set ups related to the same objectives they have around these same applied surface materials.
And what is with the sudden eruption of Fuckwits walking straight at me in the past week? Another fucker today, and two three days ago, pretending not to notice me or otherwise responsibly behave in public so they are looking where they are walking. One had hair draped all over their forehead as it spilled forward from their hoodie, something like a sheep dog. Another insane shit was doing the same when I got of the bus. And another today, when headed to yoga, the Fuckit wandering over to the 4' stump they created two weeks ago, and then crossing in my path to pass on my left side. All the while pretending that he wasn't behaving like a total weird.
1740h
A concentrated round of door slamming noise and vibration from the hallway while I deal with a new upgraded to Open Office that removed from a sabotaged personal directory to a system directory. Another "feature" was that it installed inside of 20 seconds, though it took a few minutes last night. And while exercising my suspicions and testing it, the door slamming noises kept up. I cannot fathom what could be so interesting to a beserk human research outfit as the pedantic nature of removing and installing software, but the sickos are full measure for now some eight years of expressing relentless and consistent interest in the forms of noise, harassment to get me to vocalize, screen flashes of some strange image and other concurrent fuckery.
2010h
A visit to local supermarket, and they were all over me, starting with two dudes on brown boxstalking and skateboard stalking respectively, getting on the third floor and preceding me out the front door to the waiting throng of some eight Fuckwits arrayed in front of the lobby door. One asshole did the elevator rushing trick of attempting to get in while I was exiting; I hadn't experienced this until 2004, when an eruption of Fuckwits started this at elevators, and for the first time today, when exiting a doorway. The excitement for the insane assholes was likely that I went to get coffee beans, which are ground up at the in-store grinder, and keeping me captive at one location with the changing brown colors of the coffee for about three minutes. As always, an eruption of Fuckwits started around me, coursing back and forth and around, and they get faster as the captive duration progresses, striding out. Then when a break in the Fuckwits occured, why, a bag of the same coffee beans erupted by itself and dropped onto the floor for me to pick up, getting the sickos another chance at me handling a coffee bag again, this time in mid-coffee grind.
The hallways are still decked in poly plastic and the painting job is still going on, even if they did rip out the masking tape and brown paper and then proceed to paint beside the locations they needed masking. I did get to see real painters today and a real paint can, but the whole operation is now into its fourth week, and is about the most paint flecked (on the poly sheet catch fabric), commercial paint job I have ever seen, and yet these paint drops are never wet, always dry. And it is a light yellow color, both plaster walls and the brown steel door frames, the latter being odd, as it is a factory applied paint color. It isn't too much of a surprise to note that soft yellow dressed gangstalkers are on the increase, though they perps only let me realize this a few days ago, when if left to my own unfettered cognitive abilities, I would of figured this out from the get-go.
I had just come off a spell at this PC editing and changing the backup commands, after reviewing the backup log. I wasn't allowed to read the backup log file earlier today, suddenly getting dithered, but I was allowed to save the file and print it out tonight and then read it, and then mark it with the replacement pen. For some reason, changing pens is a big deal for the assholes, but they are all from the same box of 10 I buy, the same kind since 2004.
It seems to be more important to the perps as to which activity I do online or on the PC before going out to do shopping. File management operations is a big deal as well, per above backup program I edited, and last night when they roundly noisestalked me while evaluating software to do a much better job than the wretched Windows File Explorer does. Sometimes I wonder what in the fuck is going on when Microsoft makes such shitty file management software for 20 years, and even being so obdurate about capability being able to copy to CD's. It looks like File Boss and DOpus are the leading contenders for a decent file managing utility. And then next it will be a decent screen capture utility, then UltraEdit, and perhaps a few more trinkets on the software side. As for hardware, getting a USB3 and a SATA3 card and then a SATA3 SSD would be next. That precludes getting a job, which has yet to be attained, as I don't hear a thing when I have reasonable experience for landscaping and farm hand jobs. No doubt something has been long planned around plants and farming, as this would make the third year in succession they want me on this kind of work. As mentioned, the perps also have an abiding interest in me when I do gardening, and constantly place landscape and gardening vehicles in my proximity, often with a full load of cut foliage.
2135h
An earlier forced nap after yoga that went for 1.5 hours. Very strange that I take naps, even if the sleeplessness is real. The sickos have made me go three days without sleep, and to no daytime effect. This was back in their totally beserk days of 2002 when they would hound me all night long by head pains that were defeatable by driving around. And so I did, and with me were several hundred vehicles doing one time passes by me, from a cluster behind, to one in front, differing vehicle colors of course.
And now some dull time, as I have done the evening tea and chocolate thing, and am pondering how to spend the rest of the evening. Perhaps employment applications are in order, as a round of sudden demotivation came on and it was complemented with yet more spending aspirations for which I haven't the money on hand. Go figure, but know that these kind of basic incongruities never happened before the sickos went overt/beserk 04-15-2010.
2400h
A round of job applications with overhead pounding the odd time, plus outside traffic noise at key moments of select/copy/paste and when sending the email off. Also, some file deletions that erupted in Yahoo, incurring re-do effort to much chagrin. The last round of this didn't elicit one response, even with appropriate experience so no doubt I might be scooping the $22/hour union laborer job somehow. Though, I would get to work around traffic, and "sanitation issues" so who knows, it might be the ideal TI job given the perp's predilection over these topics.
Onto posting this one and then doing First Feral Family landscaping duties tomorrow.
A yoga day today, always a big deal for my tormentors with the spinal twisting, leg openings, and stretches. I suspect that the nut shave last night using a black colored plastic razor insert might have been the real interest for the extended crotch stretches, aka "hip openers" today. One pose even had my nuts resting on one heel, so that must of been very interesting for them. They put the grotesque negro woman next to me today, a first, as they usually park her as far as away as possible. And a pre-class blonde visitation, doing the "lost item" look, but was about the most pathetic example I have seen of someone looking for something they lost in the room the day before. Ever seen a laid back vague and wandering search for a specific missing item? Not until today.
And they were busy preparing me for the day as well; a near sleepless night (it seemed) last night with the sickos playing this professional baseball player theme in mind, and it was also in place during a light REM sleep for at least two hours before I got up at 0730h. All the while, for all sleeplessness periods, they put on the "dude chat", a background noise of male voice, one or two, and not loud enough to make out the words. This particular background noise has been consistent for the past week and they also put it on for my tea and chocolate break this afternoon, and having me eat two 100g bars. Suffice to say, I am fed up with this mind-fuck "habit" of eating chocolate at all, never mind the $250/month "habit" it has become, all to further the perps' brown color research, the chocolate in one's mouth being less than an inch from ones' brain, the site of their remotely sensed nonconsensual human research. For those unfamiliar with this state of cognitive invasion, they presently, routinely demotivate me, as well as make me zone out over initiating habitual activities, and another prominent example is sending me to the wrong drawer or cupboard for a given item. And the cognitive containment and harassment gets worse from there, visual field disruption being highly disrupted of late.
I had my usual consort of gangstalkers going to and from yoga today, a 10 minute walk at best. No military personnel this time, but they got busy on street paving today, in place outside the apartment building entrance even, having dug up 4'x10' patches in mid street for no seeming reason, and were ready in wait for me. The asphalt delievery truck was sitting at the curb for me to pass by, and they had at least one new patch at the curb for me to hop over. This is the third such application to this same corner they re-worked about two years ago, having patched it twice but roughly in two lifts. Today, they decided to add a third covering patch to smooth it out. And the asphalt patching personnel were ready too. one lounging against the side of a vehicle, the others putzing about in dayglo colors. When I came back, they hadn't done a freaking thing, and the asphalt delivery truck was gone, with no other vehicles parked there. I couldn't believe it. All "dressed up" for doing a pointless asphalt patching job with half the street bounded off, and they are gone when I came back, having done nothing. I suppose they wanted me to pass by (within 10' to 20') of their tar covered patches in the road, new tar (petroleum product) over the old surface (a 3" deep grinding out of the extant surface) in both directions. The goofy 3' high yellow plastic warning bollards were also out for me to pass between, a "warning" for the window washers working at height above, though none observed. Regular readers will know that I am routinely hounded over petroleum products and all public space applied surfaces, asphalt and concrete, and the interface of the two. They just cannot get enough of selectively introducing me to these, in combination, and very often like to expose me to old surfaces (grinding, breaking up or digging down), and new tar and asphalt. They have done no end of like street works, sometimes needless as I have observed, for me to pass over a new section of concrete laid in an old sidewalk. And on my way to yoga I also got to walk over a mid-street ditching job covered in the 1" steel plate, another variant to these set ups related to the same objectives they have around these same applied surface materials.
And what is with the sudden eruption of Fuckwits walking straight at me in the past week? Another fucker today, and two three days ago, pretending not to notice me or otherwise responsibly behave in public so they are looking where they are walking. One had hair draped all over their forehead as it spilled forward from their hoodie, something like a sheep dog. Another insane shit was doing the same when I got of the bus. And another today, when headed to yoga, the Fuckit wandering over to the 4' stump they created two weeks ago, and then crossing in my path to pass on my left side. All the while pretending that he wasn't behaving like a total weird.
1740h
A concentrated round of door slamming noise and vibration from the hallway while I deal with a new upgraded to Open Office that removed from a sabotaged personal directory to a system directory. Another "feature" was that it installed inside of 20 seconds, though it took a few minutes last night. And while exercising my suspicions and testing it, the door slamming noises kept up. I cannot fathom what could be so interesting to a beserk human research outfit as the pedantic nature of removing and installing software, but the sickos are full measure for now some eight years of expressing relentless and consistent interest in the forms of noise, harassment to get me to vocalize, screen flashes of some strange image and other concurrent fuckery.
2010h
A visit to local supermarket, and they were all over me, starting with two dudes on brown boxstalking and skateboard stalking respectively, getting on the third floor and preceding me out the front door to the waiting throng of some eight Fuckwits arrayed in front of the lobby door. One asshole did the elevator rushing trick of attempting to get in while I was exiting; I hadn't experienced this until 2004, when an eruption of Fuckwits started this at elevators, and for the first time today, when exiting a doorway. The excitement for the insane assholes was likely that I went to get coffee beans, which are ground up at the in-store grinder, and keeping me captive at one location with the changing brown colors of the coffee for about three minutes. As always, an eruption of Fuckwits started around me, coursing back and forth and around, and they get faster as the captive duration progresses, striding out. Then when a break in the Fuckwits occured, why, a bag of the same coffee beans erupted by itself and dropped onto the floor for me to pick up, getting the sickos another chance at me handling a coffee bag again, this time in mid-coffee grind.
The hallways are still decked in poly plastic and the painting job is still going on, even if they did rip out the masking tape and brown paper and then proceed to paint beside the locations they needed masking. I did get to see real painters today and a real paint can, but the whole operation is now into its fourth week, and is about the most paint flecked (on the poly sheet catch fabric), commercial paint job I have ever seen, and yet these paint drops are never wet, always dry. And it is a light yellow color, both plaster walls and the brown steel door frames, the latter being odd, as it is a factory applied paint color. It isn't too much of a surprise to note that soft yellow dressed gangstalkers are on the increase, though they perps only let me realize this a few days ago, when if left to my own unfettered cognitive abilities, I would of figured this out from the get-go.
I had just come off a spell at this PC editing and changing the backup commands, after reviewing the backup log. I wasn't allowed to read the backup log file earlier today, suddenly getting dithered, but I was allowed to save the file and print it out tonight and then read it, and then mark it with the replacement pen. For some reason, changing pens is a big deal for the assholes, but they are all from the same box of 10 I buy, the same kind since 2004.
It seems to be more important to the perps as to which activity I do online or on the PC before going out to do shopping. File management operations is a big deal as well, per above backup program I edited, and last night when they roundly noisestalked me while evaluating software to do a much better job than the wretched Windows File Explorer does. Sometimes I wonder what in the fuck is going on when Microsoft makes such shitty file management software for 20 years, and even being so obdurate about capability being able to copy to CD's. It looks like File Boss and DOpus are the leading contenders for a decent file managing utility. And then next it will be a decent screen capture utility, then UltraEdit, and perhaps a few more trinkets on the software side. As for hardware, getting a USB3 and a SATA3 card and then a SATA3 SSD would be next. That precludes getting a job, which has yet to be attained, as I don't hear a thing when I have reasonable experience for landscaping and farm hand jobs. No doubt something has been long planned around plants and farming, as this would make the third year in succession they want me on this kind of work. As mentioned, the perps also have an abiding interest in me when I do gardening, and constantly place landscape and gardening vehicles in my proximity, often with a full load of cut foliage.
2135h
An earlier forced nap after yoga that went for 1.5 hours. Very strange that I take naps, even if the sleeplessness is real. The sickos have made me go three days without sleep, and to no daytime effect. This was back in their totally beserk days of 2002 when they would hound me all night long by head pains that were defeatable by driving around. And so I did, and with me were several hundred vehicles doing one time passes by me, from a cluster behind, to one in front, differing vehicle colors of course.
And now some dull time, as I have done the evening tea and chocolate thing, and am pondering how to spend the rest of the evening. Perhaps employment applications are in order, as a round of sudden demotivation came on and it was complemented with yet more spending aspirations for which I haven't the money on hand. Go figure, but know that these kind of basic incongruities never happened before the sickos went overt/beserk 04-15-2010.
2400h
A round of job applications with overhead pounding the odd time, plus outside traffic noise at key moments of select/copy/paste and when sending the email off. Also, some file deletions that erupted in Yahoo, incurring re-do effort to much chagrin. The last round of this didn't elicit one response, even with appropriate experience so no doubt I might be scooping the $22/hour union laborer job somehow. Though, I would get to work around traffic, and "sanitation issues" so who knows, it might be the ideal TI job given the perp's predilection over these topics.
Onto posting this one and then doing First Feral Family landscaping duties tomorrow.
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